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?


31. Kiss

Zayn P.O.V

I had just bought pizza into the living room for the boys when my phone began to rang. It was Perrie.
"Zayn, you need to come to my place immediately and bring the boys." Perrie rushed into the phone.
"Woah Perrie calm down love, speak slowly. What's going on?" I tried to calm her down but I could tell it wasn't working. 
"It's Crystal. We just need you and all the boys."
"Okay babe, we'll be round as fast as we can. Love you."
I told the boys what was happening and we ran out of the door.

Susies POV 

I open my eyes to the sound of banging and shouting.
What the hell was going on?
I sit up in bed, squinting through the darkness. My cat, Wizz, snuggles into my arm as I run a hand through her fur. I could hear more muffled shouting and then a large bang as something hits the floor. I frown and sigh, pulling the covers off of me. Wizz purrs as I put her to one side and stand up. I pull on some fluffy slipper socks and head out of my apartment. I press the button on the elevator, waiting for it to come up. When it does and the doors open, I'm met by Harry's face. I push past him and stand in the cramped mirrored room with all of the boys apart from Niall.
"Evening," he says with a wink. I roll my eyes. I was not a nice person when I had been woken up.
"It's two in the morning, actually." I grumble and he chuckles. His laughter is soon cut off when the elevator doors open on the third floor. 
"Perrie?" Zayn calls as we all enter the girl's apartment.
"Zayn," she cries, flinging her arms around him. He shoots a worried look down the hall and I follow his gaze. The bathroom door had been kicked in and I could hear someone talking gently inside.
"What's going on?" Liam asks Eleanor as she hugs Louis. 
"Crystal," she says with a low voice. I turn and Harry takes my hand. Together, we make our way down the dark hall and stop outside of the bathroom door.

Niall's POV 

"Crystal, please. Put them down," I try to pry them from her fingers but she clutches them tighter. 
"It's all my fault, Niall. It's always been my fault," she was in hysterics now.  The blood had soaked her shirt and it looked like someone had been murdered. I look up at the doorway at the sound of someone gasping.
"Niall," Harry whispers, staring in shock at me and Crystal.
"Get out! Get out!" Crystal screams. At first, I thought she meant Harry and Susie. But she didn't. She had her hands in her hair, tugging at it violently, tears were running down her face and her eyes were closed. She had dropped the pills onto the floor so I look at Susie and she nods. Whilst I try to comfort Crystal, Susie bends down and swipes the bottle from the floor. She gives me a nod and I mouth thank you before she disappears down the hall with Harry in tow.
"Get out! Stop it! Please!" Crystal cries and I slowly take her fists out of her hair gently. She opens her eyes; the green pools meeting mine.
"You're okay, Crystal. You're okay," I whisper, taking her hands down; cradling them in her lap. She stares at the slit marks all across her wrists and arms.
"It's all my fault, Niall." She whimpers. My heart brakes for her. She blamed herself for everything. For her mothers death, for the stories in the press and her dad turning up at the park with a knife. I wish I could take it all away. But I couldn't. No matter what I did, it just seemed to hurt her more.
"I'm sorry, Crystal." I say, looking at the trails of blood trickling down the side of the bath. She chuckles slightly and sniffs.
"It's all my fault," she repeats in a whisper. I gently lean up slightly and wordlessly kiss underneath her eyelids; the salty taste of her tears remaining on my lips. Then, I lift her wrist up to my mouth and kiss every cut that she has made. Every cut that had hurt her. Every cut that was there because of pain. 

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