I'm your average girl, moody teenager, everyone knows me. Except they think I'm a murderer. It's not true, of course, but does that matter? Not to them; they hate me, but I survive. But it isn't until a certain band member- with the name of Niall James Horan- comes to town that my world really spins. What will happen to me? That's for me to know, and me to tell. See you around.


14. Confession

Niall Horan had fallen asleep on my bed, sadly I could care less about his sleep right now. I walked right up to him, tears still slightly streaming down my face, and shuffled his shoulder a bit.

"Niall," I sniffled. "Wake up, I need your help," He shuffled a bit, and opened his eyes as he looked up. He was still groggy, and I have to admit, it was pretty cute.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"Oh, I was feeling as if I was going to pass out last night, and I couldn't make it across town to my house so I... Why do you have blood on your hands?" He asked, now practically wide awake. That brought back more vivid memories about what had just happened, and I broke down.

"Mother... took the charges... Dylan came... I had to! I'm sorry!" I was now practically sobbing, against my better judgment.

"Hey, hey. Shh. It's alright. It's alright. When you calm down, tell me what happened." He sat up and pulled me into his lap. I huddled into his slightly toned chest, and soft tummy. Yes, he was shirtless and in his boxers. He wrapped his arms around me, and patiently waited for me to calm down. I was thankful for that, and it was much easier to compose myself wrapped in his warm embrace. Slowly, I sat back up from Nialls' chest, and wiped the tears from my eyes. I looked at my lap, sitting on Nialls', and I took a shaky breath.

"I never gave into her." I started, shaking my head. "She wanted me to speak, but because I didn't she took it to extremes. She took the charges off of Dylan and let him in the house and my room. He wouldn't let me leave, so I ran into the bathroom. What I didn't tell any of you about him is," I took a deep breath. "He tried to murder me that night two years ago, and he wanted to finish the job this morning" Nialls' face contorted in anger, while I felt his arms stiffen around my waist- almost protectively- and I knew he was not going to be happy once the story was done.

"So, I locked the bathroom door, and tried to think of a way out. I did, but I didn't want to do it, I swear. I was frantically searching the bathroom as he was pounding on the door, and I knew I had no other choice because that door was going to come down any second. I don't want to describe what I did, but he was a hemophobe- afraid of blood- so I got blood. My own." He sucked in a breath, and I closed my eyes, trying not to let those threatening tears fall.

"Where?" He finally said, anger clear in his voice. I'm hoping it was at Dylan.

"I didn't want to have to see it every day," I said quietly as I moved my jeans out of the way. There was a spot with a bit of dried blood, and a circle of sticky fresh blood. "I had to make sure it was a lot," I explained softly. He grimaced as he looked at the wound and shook his head.

"We need to get to my moms. This needs to be taken care of." He said. My eyes widened at that. He had gotten up, and was grabbing his clothes, redressing himself. It hurt as I stood to get out of his way, as my hip was throbbing.

"No! Maura can't see I did this! She won't think of me the same! It's Sunday, she won't be at the shop. Do you have a key?" I asked desperately. He paused for a second, then nodded glumly.

"I do. But I don't like keeping this from her," I nodded as he picked my up bridal style.

"Put pressure on that." He said. I did as told, no matter how much it stung. We were at her shop in a matter of minutes. We didn't have to worry about people seeing us, since it was Sunday morning and the church was on the other side of the town. I grabbed the keys from Nialls left pocket as I was told, and unlocked the store. We walked inside, the door closing behind us, and he carried me into the bathroom in the staff room. I was set down on the counter as he ran a rag under a stream of hot water at the sink. While he did so, I peeled my jeans and undies down a bit so he could clean the wound. I saw conflicting emotions on his face, and I knew that this was the last thing he wanted to see. He knelt down on one knee so he could get a better look at the cut as he wiped the blood away. The hot water stung, a lot, but I knew it would help, so I didn't complain. Carefully, all the blood was cleared away and you could see the actual cut. I saw Niall clench his jaw as he saw how deep it was. Even I was surprised, I didn't know it was that bad. He grabbed the medical wrap, and was about to cover it when he froze.

"What?" I asked, frightened at what could've caught his attention. He lifted his hand up to touch the wound, at least that's what I thought. His hand traced a line under the new scratch and I sucked in a breath. Forgot about that.

"Liylaray?" He asked, shock and sadness plastered on his face. I looked away, and focused on a chip of the paint on the right back wall.

"It was a bad time," I said. He sighed and covered both scars. Once he was done washing his hands I washed mine, which took a long time just so I could avoid his gaze. It didn't last long, though, because as soon as I turned around I was met by his intense stare. I knew I wasn't getting out of this. I looked at my lap, and it was quiet for a few minutes.

"Why." Niall finally said.

"Why does any one? I lost all hope." I answered, still looking down.

"I know you, you're strong and stubborn. There's no way it's as simple as that."

"I was fifteen, dis-owned by my parents, almost murdered, and had nothing but a small bag with a few clothes. What do you expect?" I asked.

"You had my mom."

"I wasn't asking her for much, even if she would try. I felt so useless, I cracked. I couldn't stand being a burden on Maura, I figured no one really cares. Not even Maura knows I did this, I wanted to keep it that way." He sighed and lifted my head up with his first two fingers, and we made eye contact.

"I'm sorry for pushing you to say that. Every one cracks at one point. I'm sorry," For once, I truly believed some ones apology.

"I don't blame you," I choked out. "I would do the same," I gave a slight smile, and so did he.

"But, I want you to promise me you'll never do this again. Okay?" I nodded.

"I promise. Thanks for caring," I said.

"Of course," I couldn't take it anymore. He was so genuine, it was unbelievable. I looked down at his pink and pump lips, and found it so tempting. His lips were only about a foot from mine, so I went for it. I reached up to take the back of his head, and crashed our lips together with a fiery passion.

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