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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86. Who It Is

 

Crystal's POV

"Hey, baby girl!" Louis exclaims as he rushes up the path, scooping Calla into his arms. She giggles as he spins her around, kissing her button nose. I come to the front door and stand in the path, looking over my shoulder to expect Niall to come but I sigh; seeing him still in the kitchen. 

"Niall!" I call and he looks up, frying pan clutched in hand. He meets my eyes then looks back down, frowning in concentration. I try to hide my hurt as I turn back around.
"Hey!" El chimes, dragging a suitcase up the path behind her. 
"Hey," I say back, mustering a small smile.
"Did you try ringing me earlier? I couldn't answer because I was in the shower. I tried ringing back but there was no answer." El asks, as I help her lug the suitcase in to the house. 
"No," I say, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. My pulse was going crazy. He had tried to ring her. 
"I lost my phone." I say carefully as she drags the suitcase up the stairs and into one of the spare room. I take her handbag from her as she puts the suitcase down on the floor and stands up again; stretching kinks out of her back.
"Really? How?" She asks, creasing her dark eyebrows at me with a frown. I shrug in response.
"I think I left it on a bus, I'm not sure." She seems to accept this as an answer even though I haven't gotten on a bus in about ten years. I clutch my hand to try and hide the fact that it's shaking. 
"Where's Niall?" El asks whilst I follow her out of the room and down the stairs.
"In the kitchen cooking dinner." I reply as we walk in and find him and Louis sharing an embrace. Over Louis shoulder, Niall meets my eyes again but quickly looks at El instead.
"El!" He exclaims, letting go of Lou and stepping over to hug El. 
"Hey, Niall." She replies with a smile. 
"How was the holiday?" Niall asks and I loose focus on the conversation as my mind drifts to thoughts of my father getting into contact with someone on my phone. What if he started to ring everyone and they thought it was me? What if he was arranging to meet people and they thought it was me?
What if-
"Crystal?" Niall asks, shooting a concerned look from where he's standing over the cooker. 
"Hmm? Sorry, daydreaming." I say with a forced smile and El looks at me, eyebrows drawn together.
"I asked when the others were getting here." El says indifferently and I ponder for a few moments; searching through my muddled brain for the right information.
"In about an hour," I reply and she nods with another concerned look in my direction before continuing to talk with Louis to Niall about their holiday.

 

Sitting there in the living room as the film begins to play, I watch as Darcy and Cee play happily together to the side of the room; surrounded by dolls and a play house.
"How are you?" Perrie whispers, leaning over out of Zayn's arms. I was sitting on the end of the sofa, leaning against the arm, hugging my legs to my chest. Niall was sitting on the other end of the room beside Harry and Susie, eyes fixated on the tv but a slight frown evident on his face. Nodding, I force a smile and she smiles back but seems unconvinced. Leaving it, we stay quiet until the end of the film.
"Come on darling," Harrys says, picking up Darcy and bouncing her on his hip. She begins to cry almost immediately, stretching his hands out towards Calla and the dolls. 
"Here, baby." I get up off the sofa and scoop Calla into my arms and the two of them link their tiny hands together, causing Harry to chuckle.
"They're conjoined at the hip, I swear." He shakes his head as we carry them up the stairs and into Calla's room where we've set up another cot for Darcy alongside Calla's. I just smile and change Calla into her pyjamas before laying her gently down inside. Harry does the same and I whisper goodnight, kissing her cheek.
"Daddy will be up soon to say goodnight too," I whisper against Calla's cheek and she smiles slightly before letting her heavy eye-lids drift shut. Kissing her gently on the head, I stand back up and head over to the window where I take hold of the stick to turn the blinds. But my eyes drift down to the road where I can see a dark car parked beneath a street-lamp on the opposite side of the road. 

"Oh my god," I whisper, drawing in a sharp breath. There was a figure seated in the driver's seat, looking up. I couldn't make out his face but something inside me screamed that it was him.

"Crystal?" Harry asks warily, coming to my side. 

"I-" 

"Who's that?" He demands, following my gaze down to the car. 

"I-," I can't speak as my throat seizes shut. 

"Crystal, tell me who it is." Harry's voice is firm but I can sense the panic as he shoots a gaze over his shoulder at the girls in their cots. I don't answer him, just continue to stare in a frozen state of panic, fear and confusion.

"Harry!" I call as he turns and runs suddenly out of the bedroom. I quickly close the blinds and look down at Calla and Darcy's sleeping bodies before chewing on my lip. What was I meant to do? 

"Crystal?" I hear Niall's voice call up the stairs and I burst through the door and push past him.

"Crystal?" He calls but I don't answer as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"What are-" Susie asks, coming into the hallway; mug in hand. I don't answer, instead flying through the already open front door.

"Harry!" I call breathlessly into the night. I'm met by silence and my eyes dart to see Harry storming across the road, hands clenched beside him. I don't say anything as I sense someone coming up behind me, probably Susie. I draw in a sharp breath, making my lungs burn with the cold night air, as I watch Harry advance towards the car. 

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