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?

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29. Stop

Niall's POV 

I get on the train last, lost in thought. I take a seat on my own at the back of the carriage and Danielle turns round in the seat infront of me. 
"She's near the front," she tells me gently. I nod slowly, knowing she means Crystal. I stand up and make my way down the aisle carefully as the train begins to move. I don't say anything as I sit down in the seat beside her. She was looking out of the window at the passing fields; sadness in her eyes. She looked frail and hurt. Damaged. Broken. I sit and take her in for a while. The way her long eyelashes fanned out elegantly around her green eyes. The small specks of blue that were nestled in her green irises. The way her hair curled more and more as it flowed down to her ribcage. I could pick out all of the individual colours of the strands of her hair. They ranged from a light brown to a platinum blonde. I could see the faint scars that traced her face and scratch marks on the side of her kneck.
"You're staring," she states suddenly, refusing to meet my eyes. 
"I can't help it," I tell her truthfully, not tearing my gaze from her.
"Stop, Niall. Please,". She sighs, looking forward but not at me.
 Stop what?" I ask, eyebrows raised.
"Stop making it out to be okay. Like its not my fault. Like he wasn't right all along. Like those beatings were out of cruelty. Like those words were just because he was angry." She closes her eyes and I watch as all of her thoughts and feelings pour out of her. 
"What can I say, Crystal? Tell me what I can say to make it better," I plead with her. She sighs again and opens her eyes, this time turning to meet mine.
"Don't say anything, Niall. I don't need you to sugar coat it and try to make it better because it's not. It's never going to be." She looks exasperated; like she's finally given up.


I toss and turn that night in bed; a million thoughts pressing in my mind. It was three in the morning. I hadn't slept at all. I'm finally drifting into a fit of exhausted sleep when my phone begins to ring. I glance at the caller ID. Perrie. What did she want at this time in the morning? I groan and pick it up, pressing the phone blindly and hoping that it's the answer button.
"Hello?" I grumble.
"Niall! Niall, oh my god. Niall, Niall, god, oh god." She stutters, nervous. I can't make out anything she's saying.
"Perrie? What's wrong?" I sit up in bed, worried now. I could hear crying and kicking in the background.
"Niall you need to come here, please. Hurry, please." I don't wait for another explanation, I just rush out of my room and into the night.  

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