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?


13. Perfect

Crystals POV 

All of these things flash through my mind as Perrie pushes me infront of herself; on full display for all the boys. I look down, refusing to meet anyone's gaze and tuck a piece of my curled hair behind my ear. I bite my lip and look up slightly to see four pairs of legs sitting on the sofa. 
"So, what do you think?" Eleanor asks, coming over to us and standing beside me. I felt uglier now. Zayn stands up and wraps Perrie into a hug. Louis sneaks his arms around Eleanor's waist from behind and kisses her.  I stand there inbetween them awkwardly, staring at my heels.
"Crystal," someone says and I look up slowly to see Harry staring at me.
"You look lovely." He beams and Liam nods in agreement with a warm smile. I refuse to look at who sits between them. I didn't think I could take it. His judgment. 
"Crystal," his voice breaths, laced with shock. I shy away slightly, ending up bumping into Perrie. She shoves me forward again and I fall forward on those darn heels, seeing the floor get closer and closer to my face. I brace for the pain but someone catches me. I look up and meet his blue eyes. 
"You look perfect." He breaths again, his breath smelling of forgotten secrets. I don't say anything. Completely dumbfounded. How could he say that? Perfect meant skinny. No way was I perfect. 

Niall's POV 

I couldn't tear my eyes off of her. She looked even more beautiful. Even with all of her scars on show; she was perfect. I told her this and saw the doubt flash over her face. I help her to stand up straight and she steadies herself on one of my shoulders. The rest of the boys and girls chat whilst we wait for the limo to pull up but I can't stop staring at Crystal. She was wearing a tight fitting dress that hugged her skinny body nicely. It came to a stop just at the top of her thighs and the pale skin of her legs was clearly visible. The dress was a deep crimson red lace that was strapless at the top. It revealed her chest and the scars that traced it. I longed to kiss them; to erase the pain they caused her and the reason she put them there. 
"The limos here!" Perrie chimes, looking out of the front room window. I take Crystal's hand and she doesn't object; looking at me with a sheepish grin. 
"I've never been in a limo before," she tells me as we close the door behind us. Everyone was infront, already climbing into the long vehicle. I squeeze her hand and lead her down the path. I let her climb in, following closely behind. We take our seats on the only place left; the two seats facing backwards. I talk and laugh with everyone but I can't help but notice the feeling that comes over me whenever Crystal's bare knee bumped into mine. I was nervous too; not knowing how she was going to react. I knew that the moment we pulled up there would be mobs of fans and paparazzi, shoving cameras and microphones in our faces. I didn't want that for Crystal; she was too delicate. If she still wanted to be around us after tonight then I would be damn right shocked. It was bound to scare her away. I grab her hand again and hold on tightly as the limo comes to a stop. She gives me a smile but I can see the nerves in her eyes. 

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