Broken Crystals

When Crystal collapses in the middle of the road after another beating, headlights are the last thing she sees. She wakes up in a strange house, surrounded by five strange boys. She refuses to relax around them or be herself. But can the one Irish boy with the beautiful blue eyes show her what it means to be loved and fix her cracks?


70. Everything

Perrie's POV

Closing the apartment door behind me, I lead Zayn by the hand towards the kitchentte. I order him to sit on one of the bar stools as I head over to the kitchen sink. Grabbing a towel, I run the tap and dampen it.
"Here," I say softly, standing in front of Zayn and gently dabbing the cut beneath his eye. He winces from the sting before opening his eyes to meet mine.
"I'm sorry, Perrie." He whispers but I shake my head.
"Leave it," I whisper back, wiping away the trail of blood down his cheek with the corner of the towel. 
"No," He says louder this time, gripping my wrist in his large hand and holding the towel a few centimetres away from his face.
"Look Perrie, I'm sorry for what happened… I really am." I sigh at his words and let my hand fall limp to my side; the water dripping slowly onto the floor.
"But you didn't even try to apologise," I whisper back, looking down at the small puddle that was forming. 
"I… I didn't know how to." He draws in a deep breath.
"I talked to Crystal earlier," He admits. My eyes round out, meeting his.
"What about?" I ask. He chews on his lip before answering.
"She… I tried to tell her that it wasn't me. But… She wouldn't believe me and I don't blame her. If I was you or her I would be furious." He takes my hand in his and runs his thumb over my knuckles gently.
"Zayn…" I sigh, running my free hand through my hair. He frowns in confusion at me.
"I… I haven't told you everything." I admit, causing him to frown even more.
"Like what?" He asks. I grip his hand and lead him over to the living room, where the pile of envelops were hidden behind the tv. I pull them out and watch as he takes them; eyes slowly trailing over them.
"What…?" He asks, beginning to open the first one. My heart speeds up as he takes out the pile of photographs. Looking over them, his eyebrows draw together then realisation comes over his face.
"He sent these, didn't he." It wasn't a question, more of a statement. The muscles flex as he clenches his jaw, gently removing the next contents of the other envelopes one by one. 

Crystal's POV

"Hey, beautiful." Niall says, voice croaky from where he'd just woken.
"Morning," I sing back, smiling as he kisses me softly; still causing my stomach to fizzle.
"Where's my little monster then?" He pulls back and turns to where Calla sits on the floor of her nursery; dolls gripped in her hands.
"Good morning!" He chimes, picking her small body up and spinning her around. She giggles and he kisses her forehead before resting her on his wide hip.
"Shall we go see what Aunty El has made us for breakfast?" He says to Calla, bouncing her on his side. She giggles and strokes the side of his face in response.
"Come on then," He rushes to the door like a child before stopping and turning to face me.
"Is mummy coming too?" His soft blue eyes land on mine and he grins cheekily. I roll my eyes and put a finger to my chin; scrunching my lips up.
"Well, Mummy will do if Daddy promises to take Cee and Mummy out today." I say, grinning at Calla. Niall ponders for a moment before turning back to me with a smile.
"Deal," He nods, turning again.
"Oh, and one more thing." I say, stepping towards them.
"Daddy has to promise to give Mummy a proper kiss later on." 
I keep my eyes on Calla, smiling widely. Niall chuckles at my words before agreeing and heading out of the door. 


Taking a sip of my tea I watch with a chuckle as Niall feeds Cee playfully from where she sits in her high-chair; food covering her face. 
"Hey," El says, sitting down beside me on one of the barstools.
"Morning," I reply, taking another sip.
"Where's Perrie?" I ask El, realising I hadn't seen her yet. 
"In bed still," El replies, pushing the hair from her face.
"With Zayn." She adds, causing me to nearly spit my tea out.
"What?" I exclaim.
"Why? What happened?" I soften my voice at the curious look I receive from Niall. 
"I don't know, they didn't get home until late and I could only hear murmurs." She shrugs. I nod my head and look up at the sound of someone yawning.
"Morning, mate." Niall says to Zayn as he enters the kitchenette.
"Morning," He replies, looking tired.
"Oh my god, Zayn." El gasps, pressing her hand to her mouth. 
"What happened?" She exclaims. It's only then that I notice the purple bruise forming around his eyes and the cut beneath it. He also has another bruise on his right cheek and his eye looked swollen. As if he's only just remembered the state of his face, Zayn slowly reaches up and traces his finger along the bruises.
"Long story," Is all his reply.

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