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?


15. Fame

Crystals POV 

I wipe the moisture from my cheeks; make up staining my fingertips.
"You okay?" Perrie asks, placing hand on my shoulders and bending down to my height. I nod slowly and sniff.
"I'm sorry," I sigh, sinking down on to the closed toilet lid. 
"Crystal?" Eleanor calls out, coming in to the toilets, her voice laced with worry.
"In here," Perrie says softly, opening the door further so that Eleanor can come in. She eyes me sympathetically. 
"Are you alright?" She asks, eyes assessing me.
"Yeah, I just got frustrated. He won't tell me anything." I tell them, more tears flowing. Stop it, Crystal. Stop being so weak. Stop breaking.
"Listen, Crystal..." Perrie starts, flashing a look at Eleanor; her eyes pained.
"I would love to explain it to you right now, just to see you happy again. But I think it's best if Niall explains. Don't hate him; I know why he has left it so long. He feels as though you'll look at him differently once he tells you. That you'll run away, back to your father. I can tell you this though, Crystal; he only wants to protect you." Her eyes are full of compassion as she looks at me, slumped there on the toilet. I sigh, my breath shaky.
"Come on," Eleanor says, helping me up. I wipe my eyes and we head out of the bathroom. Most of the cameras and people had gone now; a man's voice could be heard from the large room. Through the glass doors I could see the tables of people and occasional rounds of laughter and clapping. Nerves rolled over me again as Perrie pushes open the doors and leads me and Eleanor through. She says goodbye and heads off to join a table of girls; who I presumed where her band. Eleanor takes my arm softly and guides me towards a table. Through the dim light I can make out the figures of the boys. I sit down next to Eleanor and Zayn; not wanting to look at Niall. I could feel his gaze on me though as the awards were called out. It was all so surreal; I was in a huge hall filled with tons of famous people that I had only ever seen on the front of newspapers. I wasn't really listening when all of a sudden rounds of applause and screams erupted throughout the hall. A song began playing and all of the boys stood up. I looked at Eleanor beside me but she just clapped like everyone else. I stared, bewildered, as the five boys who I had woken up to just two weeks ago, made their way through the tables and onto the large stage. I watched as the presenter handed Harry a strange object and he gave a speech. I wasn't listening though. All I could hear was the voices in my head. This was what he hadn't wanted to tell me. He was like them. He was famous.

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