Summer '09

18 year old May Jones was on ordinary girl with loving parents, a brother, a dog and a boyfriend, Niall Horan. When Niall suddenly leaves to the X Factor without telling May, everything spirals out of control. Niall has a new life and so does May but her heart is still broken. Her family are torn apart and she is left alone. 3 years later they cross paths and everything changes again.


17. People are going to get Hurt

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Niall's POV

I was panicking. I didn't know what had happened and what was going to happen. I was sitting down in the hospital with the rest of the boys, Josh and some guy named John which none of us knew but he claimed that he knew her so we let him stay.

Josh was pacing up and down the halls, trying to understand what was going on. I had to be careful not to show too much worry or anxiety because if I did, people, i.e. Zayn would think or realise that I knew May better than 'just people who went to the same school together.'

I had seen her and I had wanted to cry but for the same, reason I knew I couldn't. She had a black eye and had a bruise across her right cheek, nearing her nose. My legs had felt like they were going to just lose strength and I had desperately just wanted to talk to May but I couldn't.

She hated me and the boys would know something was up. I was tied. We had been here for a couple of hours now. The doctors had told us that she was awake but yet, we weren't allowed to see her. I was so confused but once again, I couldn't press on it otherwise people would be suspicious.

"You ok there Nialler?" asked Zayn. I looked at him and nodded," yeah." He raised his eyebrow at me," you don't look it. You look really worried, almost sick. Do you wanna go and get some fresh air?" I sighed and nodded.

Zayn told the others where we were going and soon we were greeted by the cool breeze of England weather. Zayn pointed to a bench, further down the street and I nodded.

"So, you wanna tell me what's going on?" Zayn asked, not even looking at me. "Tell you what?" I asked. He sighed and dug around in his pocket, bringing out a cigarette and a lighter. "Zayn, you are supposed to be-"

"I won't smoke now if you tell me," he said. I shook my head and looked down at the concrete floor. "I..." I trailed off, not even knowing where to start or wondering if I should. I could feel Zayn's intense eyes piercing me and I didn't like it.

I held my head in my hands, trying to think whether or not to tell him. "I just can't Zayn. Not right now but some other time yes, I am just not sure that... May will want me to," I said, looking up at Zayn and begging him with my eyes.

He nodded and threw his cigarette to the floor. "I understand and I won't tell anyone there is more to you and May but as I said before Nialler, don't hide it for too long because in the end, people are going to get hurt," he said.

I nodded and breathed out in relief. I looked back towards the road and sat back in my seat. "How's it going? The whole quit-smoking thing?" I asked Zayn. I felt bad for him but I was happy as well. He was trying hard to quit and we were helping him.

He knew that the fans didn't like it and he knew that we didn't exactly like it either. He was a having a hard time and sometimes we let him off once or twice, if things were getting stressful but otherwise we were always pushing him. In a good way.

"It's hard," he admitted," it's much harder than I thought and it's going to take a long time but thanks to you guys, it's getting easier." I raised my eyebrow at him. "Sort of," he chuckled. I laughed and he punched me playfully on the shoulder.

May's POV

My head was throbbing and my eyes were hurting from the amount of white which had managed to display itself in the room. I hated hospitals, they always made me feel worse than when I actually arrived there.

I sat up and glanced at the mirror which was placed on the wall in my room. I nearly gaped at the sight of me. I had a black eye which shone out like an ugly star and a big purple/green bruise on my right cheek.

I felt like crying but I didn't have the strength and my eyes would just hurt even more. I laid back in my bed, trying to remember what happened. I could hardly remember it, any of it. Of course, I remembered the men there and winning my first match but after that, it was all a blur.

Where had John been? Did Josh know? Did Niall know? All these questions were buzzing around my head and I tried to calm down but I couldn't. The door opened up gently and I looked up to see a nurse walking in.

"Hello Miss Jones, how are you feeling?" she asked kindly. "Er, ok thank you. My head hurts and so does my eye and face but not er, too bad," I replied. She nodded and sent me a smile which seemed way too forced," I will get you some medication for that. If you need anything just press that button and if there is an emergency than press that red button."

I nodded and she shut the door, leaving me alone again. I contemplated going back to sleep but I was too awake for that and my head wasn't going to let me sleep. I sighed and reached for my phone which was lying on the table next to it.

I scrolled through my news feed on facebook, replying to some messages from Max and some others from my friends. I wondered what Max was going to think about me getting a black eye, he definitely would not be pleased.

I clicked onto twitter and scrolled through my practically non-existent news feed. I had 14 followers and I was following around 20. I only followed my friends and not many people had twitter that I knew and the ones who did hardly tweeted.

Suddenly, my finger stopped and my eyes bulged at the sight of a tweet directed to me.

@M_Jonesx what do you think you are doing with Josh and the boys? You're an ugly whore and you don't deserve to friends or anything more with them

I just stared and stared. I was just so shocked. I didn't even know this person and to her, I was an ugly whore? I knew I wasn't beautiful and my cuts probably made me even uglier but none of the press had managed to get a picture of me or anything.

To the world I was non-existent. I wasn't hurt. Well, I was but I wasn't crying. I just didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to react. The only thing I did know was that I wasn't going to tell Josh about this or anything.


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