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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6. Chapter Six

Leah's POV

All nine of us sit in a circle in Zayn's flat, and He has yet to tell us why we are even there. "So, We are here because we want all of you to help with...." Zayn announces, looking at Perrie. "Wedding Planning!" Perrie exclaims, throwing up a cup of confetti. Zayn laughs at her. "We didn't discuss the confetti, dear." Perrie just shrugs. I feel eyes on me, as if they are getting ready for me to cry. I know Zayn and I had something special. Yes, I still have feelings for him. I still don't feel comfortable doing this, but they are my friends, so I should be happy for them. I stand up and plop down beside Niall, hugging his arm. "You alright?" He whispers. "I'm fine." I lie. He nods in response.

"I think  you should just do it privately. You know, family members, friends. That's it. Not many people. " Harry points out, as they are making a list of people to invite. "I second that." I say, looking at Harry, and he smiles. He mouths 'Still Perfect for me' and I laugh. "Whats so funny?" Niall asks, sending Harry a death glare. I stop laughing. "Nothing." I sigh.

Niall's POV

I decided to help Zayn make dinner for all of us tonight. We cooked chicken wings, and we were just finishing heating up the sauce when I heard a door shut. I look around and I see everyone but Harry and Leah. Not again.

"I'll be right back." I tell Zayn and he nods, not taking his eyes off the wings. I tiptoe up the stairs and I see Leah's door shut. I jiggle the doorknob, it's locked. "Leah sweetie? Can I come in?" I say. "Uh, Sure," I hear the hesitation in her voice. The door is unlocked and I walk in, she is in there alone. I don't see a Harry anywhere.

"What are you doing?" I ask, suspicious. "Oh, I was just, um, changing my clothes!" She says, obviously searching for a reason and then getting excited when she finds one. "Your still in the same clothes you were before." I state, getting a nervous laughter from her. "Ya, well I was picking out clothes before you wanted in. I hadn't changed yet." She explains. So," I begin. "So, what?" She asks. "Where are the clothes you picked out?" I say, waiting for her to finally just give in and stop lying. "I hadn't picked anything that looked good together." She says. "Oh!" I exclaim, sending myself down the river to make her think I believe her. "Do you know where Harry is?" I ask her. "Um, no. I h-haven't seen him around." She lies. "Oh," I say, looking at the floor. I can't believe she would lie to me. "Are you sure?" I ask. She nods in response. "When was the last time you saw him?" I say, trying to hide my anger. "I don't really know," She mumbles. "Surely not before I walked in here, of course," I say, kicking my feet out as I walk further into the room. "N-no. Not at all! Well, you better go, I need to change." She stutters, pushing me out of the room. The second she closes the door I hear a click. Locked out again. I press my ear to the door. I don't hear anything. Maybe she was telling the truth.

Leah's POV

"Harry," I whisper, opening the bathroom door. "You can come out now." I motion for him to come back out. Boy was that close. We weren't doing anything, just talking, but still. He would have killed Harry. "Wow. He was angry." Harry chuckles. "It would be funny if he found out we were just talking." I laugh. "Ya, but we are talking about US. Not you. Not me. US. He would have been tomato red if he saw me in here." Harry says, serious. I nod. He is right. Niall just needs to back off. "So, about the kiss," I begin, restarting our earlier conversation. "I know. It was 2 Am And I was stupid. No sense acting like that didn't happen." Harry races. "No. I was going to say, I liked it." I start to back up to the door, and he pins me against it. I can feel his hot breath on my face. My hand reaches for the doorknob, but I keep fumbling with it and it won't open. Harry Leans in, and he kisses me. And I kiss back. My hands ruffle his hair, and he smiles against my lips. "What are you doing?!" Niall shouts, and I almost fall over, the door suddenly disappearing from my back. "Uh, I think that is pretty obvious." Harry chuckles, nervously. Niall breaks us apart. "Did you let him do that to you?" Niall shakes, getting up in my face. I shrug, and then sigh. "Did you let him do that to you?!" He says, raising his voice. He has never done this to me. I nod. "You are going to get it!" Niall screams, grabbing Harry's shirt and raising his arm to punch him. He lands a blow to Harry's chin and Harry groans. Niall still has a hold of him. I race in a panic, deciding if I should go to help or be the help. He hits Harry again, and I let out a sob. Niall turns toward me, his eyes cold and his face pale. "Please," I cry. "Don't hurt him."

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