Bare - 1D Fanfiction (Sequel to The Initials On My Wrist)

Leah was in therapy for a year after losing her temper and almost killing herself, away from the boys, which must have been a good thing. She still loves Zayn, and she still loves Harry, but she wants to just forget about them both. Leah hasn't agreed to go on any more tours, but what happens when One Direction throws her a surprise party at her house for her birthday? Will she ever forgive them for looking at her wrist, which is now bare?

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1. Chapter One

Leah's POV

I rip up the letter my therapist gave me and throw the remaining shreds in the trash. I'm not going back to her after dealing with it for a year. But atleast I can say, One Direction tore me apart until there was nothing left of me but a bloody razor. I'm unlucky I lived through it.

After finally getting a moments peace, I sit back on the couch, putting out the footstool with a bowl of pop corn, and I turn on my favourite channel. And then the door bell rings. I don't know if I should answer it or not, me being in a tshirt with scars showing, that is. Other than that, I look decent.

"SURPRISE!" a bunch of people yell, running in the door. I don't recognize a fair share of them, until the last hive of people step in, One Direction and their possi. "Happy 21st birthday!" They all yell, hugging me. "Oh, right, I almost forgot it was my birthday." I mumble. I count who I know, Liam, Louis, Niall, Zayn, Eleanor, Danielle, Perrie, but no Harry. I tap Liam on the shoulder. "How did you even know where I lived? I ask. My mom bought me condo a while ago. I got ground level, but I don't care. It's just easier to get in and out of anyways. "Your mom told us. But happy birthday!" He says, hugging me and planting a kiss on my cheek. Danielle doesn't seem to care, she walks over to me and flattens my hair. "Are you alright, Dear?" She asks, concern in her eyes. "Ya, I'm a lot better now. I don't know what happened." I say. She smiles. "Come enjoy your party. We brought icecream cake, your favourite!" She exclaims. "I'm ready to party!" I shout, running into them. Louis sets his ipod on my dock and starts to play their music. "Really Louis?" We laugh. He shrugs. "Who are all these people?" I shout over the noise. "Some of our friends. We didn't call any of yours because we didn't know any." Niall explains. "I don't have any friends." I mumble. Everybody stops when Harry strives in, with some beauty on his arm. When she turns her face, I know that  it is not just SOME beauty. It is Brooke Delgatto, the reason I didn't have any friends. "Harry!" I shout, running to him. I did miss him. I go to hug him, but he dodges me. "Ew. Don't touch him or I'll have to date some other rich guy instead." She says. Harry told me she was sweet, maybe I thought she changed. "This is my darling little girlfriend. Do you know her?" Harry asks. "Ya, she's just the girl who made me cut in highschool and had everyone turned against me. No biggie," I snap, sarcastic. Harry just rolls his eyes. "Okay. Well bye." He says. "What are you doing at my birthday party if you didn't even say happy birthday, or even like me?" I shout. Harry shrugs. "Your right. Come on Brooke, let's go." Now I can tell that Brooke most definelty changed his guts. But I still hate them.

"Harry and Brooke left. Did you know Brooke is the reason I don't have friends?" I whimper to Niall. He gives me a hug. "I know. She talked crap about you all the time, making Harry believe you did that to her. None of us believed her besides him." He whispers in my ear. "He didn't go to see you in the hospital after you tried to kill yourself either." This makes me want to cry. "Why did you? Why won't you come see us anymore? You know how much we love you." He says. "Harry doesn't. And he is why." I say, walking up the stairs. "Where are you going?" He asks. "To think." I shout. "Leah, we are going to do presents and cake soon!" He pleads. "I'll come down soon." I tell him.

Niall's POV

Every time Harry is mentioned she wants to be alone. I need to make sure she isn't going to hurt herself again. I run into her room, following her, and she is sitting on her bed, face in her hands. "Come here," I say, crawling beside her and cuddling her, softly. I don't care that she is getting my shirt wet with tears, she has before. "Why did he do this to me?" She sobs. "I don't know. I wouldn't," I say, serious. She pulls away, and looks up at me. I could stay this way forever. I lean in, and our lips softly touch. "Come on," I say, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. "Let's go get your presents." I say. "Everyone brought one." "Really?" She asks, surprised. "Really." I tell her, getting up. She follows me, but grabs me arm. "Wait." She whispers. "If I said I always thought you were cute, would you laugh at me?" She says. I shake my head. "Of course not, because, I've loved you this whole time." I whisper, kissing her forehead. "Hey!" She complains. "Whats the matter?" I ask, chuckling. She just crosses her arm, and looks up, seeing that  no matter how short I am, I still tower over her. " That's my forehead. My lips are down here."

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