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?


16. Focus

Nialls POV 

I don't pay attention as the presenter hands Harry the award. 
I don't focus on the crowds.
I don't focus on the cheering.
Or the clapping.
I just focus on her.
On the guilt swarming through me.
The disappointment with myself.
The doubt that she would stay. 
The anger with myself for making her feel this way. 
I follow the boys off stage; caught in a trance of guilt, anger and frustration.
How could I have been so foolish?
So inconsiderate? 
So selfish?
I should have told her. I should have told her straight away. I had made her cry, something I told myself I would never do. 
"Well done!" Eleanor exclaims, wrapping her arms around each of us and then finally smashing her lips to Louis. I zone out, defeated by her gaze. She looked at me and me at her. The pure disappointment and accusation in her eyes was enough to make me topple over the edge. I storm of out of the hall; leaving the shouting and cheering behind me. 

Crystals POV 

I watch in utter despair as Niall rushes out of the hall. I had never seen him so angry. Someone who I actually opened l to... Someone I trusted... Someone I had fallen for. I had managed to make him angry. I stand up and head in the same direction as him. I make it out of the stuffy hall and I spot him there; head in hands. He was seated on one of the many leather sofas scattering the marble floor of the empty lobby. He hands his fingers in his hair; gripping it roughly. I walk over. I sit down beside him. Our knees bump together and I wonder if it affects him as much as it affects me. Don't be stupid, Crystal. You were broken. 

Niall's POV

I could feel her beside me. I could feel how upset she was. 
"Niall," she breaths out after a long time of silence. I don't respond.
"Niall," she responds.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice is a whisper. I take a deep breath and look at her through glassy eyes.  
"I was scared, Crystal. I was terrified." I admit, looking away again. She stares at me, speechless.
"Of what?" She asks. 
"Of losing you!" I shout, anger pouring out of me. Why couldn't she understand?!
"Why can't you see how much I care, Crystal?! How much I want to protect you! How much I want to keep you near me at all times! How much I want you!" I stand up, clenching fists full of my hair and pounding over to the other side of the lobby. Silence groups the air uneasily.
"No one wants me, Niall." She murmurs. 
"Crystal!" I shout, startling her. She begins to cower away from me. Like she did when she first woke up. I throw my arms around in the air, exasperated.
"Of course I want you! Why can't you understand that?" My voice echoes of the walls of the empty lobby. 
"I'm broken, Niall! Worthless! Fat! Ugly! Scarred! I'm broken!" She shrieks the last part at me, standing up from the sofa so that we were face to face. I could feel her hot breath on my cheek.
"I don't care if you're broken. Let me help you,  Crystal. Let me fix you." I murmur,cradling her cheek with my hand. Her green eyes meet mine, terror shinning in them for a moment. Then I do what I've waited to do for weeks. I press my lips to hers.

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