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?


19. Trouble

Crystals POV 

"I'm... I'm so... I'm so so... I'm so sorry." I manage to tremble through the tears. 
"Crystal, crystal, crystal." Niall says, his voice firmer towards the end. Everyone had left us alone in the kitchen.
"You have nothing to be sorry for! It's not your fault," He rubs a hand up and down my back comfortingly. 
"It is, Niall! You're going to have the police round and... And everyone's going to hate you... And.... I'm so sorry." I look up and meet his gaze.
"Crystal, I don't care. They can say and think what they want. As long as you're here, you're safe, you're with me and you know the truth then I don't care!" He exclaims, pleading with me to understand. 
"But I just ruin everything! I do it all the time! I ruined my dads life, my life, my mothers... Don't you realise why I don't have any friends anymore? Because I'm a wreck, Niall! I wreck people! I'm no good! Broken!" The tears stop. I had spent years crying over these facts but I didn't care anymore. I was past crying over myself. Crying for yourself was weak, pathetic. 
"Crystal! Stop putting yourself down all the time! You see yourself like some sort of... Monster or something! But you're not! I really don't understand why you can't see that?!" He stands up, helping me to stand too. 
"I'm sorry, Niall. All I do is bring trouble," he wraps his arms around me, drawing me to his chest. 
"We'll, if you bring trouble... The I'll go looking for it." He whispers, kissing my forehead gently.

Crystals POV 

It had been three weeks since I had woken up surrounded by the boys. I was still staying with the boys but Perrie had suggested that we looked for a flat of our own. I was a bit sceptical but Perrie and Eleanor were extremely excited. They had found a flat down the road from the boys and we were about to go out and view it. I trample down the stairs; exhausted. I had started eating a lot more but not enough that I was healthy. 
"Ready to go?" Perrie asks, appearing in the hallway. She looked vibrant and alert; even though it was eight in the morning. 
"Yeah, sure." I grumble, pulling on my shoes. 
"Right," she claps her hands together and Eleanor comes down the stairs after me.
"You two look terrible," Perrie jokes with a chuckle as she grabs her handbag and opens the front door. 
"Well, in case you didn't notice it's eight in the morning!" Eleanor complains as she follows us out of the door and down the front path.
"It's not that early," Perrie winks at me and I roll my eyes, biting back a laugh. 
"What number is it?" Eleanor asks as we round the corner and look up at the block of apartments. It was three storeys tall with large windows on each floor.
"It's on the top," Perrie says as we search for the door. A middle-aged woman with a knee-length pencil skirt and white blouse came out of the lobby, clutching a clipboard to her chest.
"Are you Miss Edwards?" She asks, her accent from somewhere up north.  
"Yes," Perrie grins and the woman waves us through. 
"Come on up," she says and we follow her into an elevator. 
"It's on the top floor so no noise from outside or above can be heard," she tells us as she punches a button on the wall. The elevator doors close shut and we begin to go up.
"Here we are," the woman turns the key in the door and pushes open the door. We step into the empty apart,net and gaze around. It was a fair size, with wooden floors and cream coloured walls. There was no furniture apart from a pair of beaten up leather arm chairs. The estate agent leads us through and down the hall where there were four doors. 
"There are three bedrooms and one bathroom."  She opens the first door and we all peer inside. We do the same for the other two and then the bathroom. It was large with a huge claw-footed bath in one corner and matching sink, toilet and shower. We all look around one more time before we head put of the hallway again. Eleanor turns to me with a grin as Perrie asks the estate agent some questions.
"I love it, don't you?" She asks. I nod. In truth, I did. It was quite small but homely and living with the two girls that I trusted would be amazing.
"It's amazing," I reply, smiling at her.

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