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?


92. Hotel Room


check on Calla and see that she's in a deep sleep in the cot that the women kindly brought up for me a few moments after I got up here. I pull the cream knitted blanket up closer to her and sigh as I run a hand through my hair and fish my phone from my pocket. It was on the last legs of it's battery as I'd forgotten to charge it over-night. Cursing at myself, I quickly find Perrie's number and dial it.

"Crystal?" I say hurriedly, the moment she picks up.

"Perrie, I need you to do me a big favour." I say, flitting over the other side of the room to open the curtains to the small window that overlooked the busy road.

"What's up?" She asks and I hear her shuffling down the stairs.

"Where are you? Are you not home?" She sounds confused and I can picture her frown.

"No... I'm at the hotel down the road." I tell her, bracing myself for her reaction. The line is silent for a while before I hear her breath out.

"What happened?"

"Niall, that's what happened." I say rather curtly, my anger resurfacing again.

"What did he do?" She asks and the sound of muffled voices in the background causes me to wince.

"Could you just bring me some stuff and I'll tell you then?" I ask, hopeful she'll agree.

"Anything you need,"


An hour later, I meet Perrie in the car-park and help her carry the bags up to my room. We get inside and she wrinkles her nose up. It wasn't the best but it was either this or deal with him. And I didn't feel up to the latter to be completely honest. I was drained; emotionally and physically. 

"This is... nice." She grimaces at the small en-suite but I shake my head.

"It's fine. For now anyway, I guess."

"Are you still... going today?" Perrie asks hesitantly as she puts the bags on the double bed and turns to face me, face pained in a deep frown.

"I..." I frown too as I remember what I'd planned. After everything that had happened I'd pushed it to the back of my mind.

"I... Well I have to don't I," I slump to the floor and pull my legs to me, hugging them with my chin resting on top. Perrie does the same and I switch on the tv, turning down the volume to avoid waking Cee.

"If I don't turn up I don't really want to find out what will happen." Me and Perrie both grimace at the thought.

"Tell you what, let me go back to yours and I'll get all my stuff, grab El and tell Louis and Zayn to drag Niall out. Then once he's gone I'll text you and you can bring Calla down to meet us then we'll go from there." She looks behind her at Cee sleeping soundly in her cot.

"What actually happened, Crystal?" She asks, eyes full of concern and pity. I take a breath and explain it quickly and after I’ve finished Perrie wraps her arms around me as we sit side by side on the carpeted floor.

"It'll be alright, he didn't mean anything. You know he was drunk," She tries her best to sugar-coat it but it was hardly going to mask the hurt for me.

"But..." I sigh, giving up with even trying to explain it to her.

 Within twenty minutes, Perrie had gone home to get El and I'm walking aimlessly around the hotel room as I try to contain my nerves. I make sure Calla is okay before hopping into the shower and trying to let my worries wash away down the drain; but it's hopeless. I jump out and quickly dress back into my clothes from yesterday and then go to dry my hair, using the provided hair-dryer that keeps cutting out after two minutes of being on. I huff as Cee begins to cry for food and I place the hair-dryer back in it's holster on top of the dresser before sweeping my hair over one shoulder and going over to her cot. I lift her out and jiggle and snuggle her for several minutes before she finally settles down. I leave her laying on the double bed, propped up by pillows with some cartoons on the tv infront of her. I spend the next half an hour moping around and trying my best not to look at the clock constantly. Just before I'm about to loose my nerve and head over there, my phone bings with a text.

He's gone, see you soon x 

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