the story of my life //PERMANENT HIATUS//

"Just stop pretending already."
"Pretending?"
"That you care, that you even like me the slightest bit. You don't have to protect me from them I'm fine. This. Is. Nothing."
~
Shut everyone out. That is the best way to keep away pain, right? Or did it just bring more?
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9. Chapter Eight - Quick, Quite

- Roxlion -

“My God! You're awake!" Harry yells as my eyes finish adjusting to the light.

“Hmm?" I ask groggily.

He runs out, ignoring me. 

A few minutes later, the bed sinks next to me and, instinctively, I lean my head into it. Arms wrap around me as lips kiss the top of my head. 

To tired to realize that I shouldn't get attached to these boys, I smile.

“Don't ever scare us like that again," a soft, quivering voice whispers.

I look up to see bright blue eyes.

“But, you don't even know me. You can't care for me yet," I say quietly, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Hon, right after we knew we wanted to adopt you, you became part of our family. And we care about our families with all our hearts." 

I smile weakly.

I look up to see the other boys around me. They start shifting around so they can all talk to me privately.

Liam is next.

“Hey, there, love." He whispers as he scoots next to me. 

“Hi," I reply.

I can see in his eye he is going to be the most father like.

I brace myself for the worst. Instead, I get wrapped into a hug. 

He whispers, “I will always be here for you," into my ear.

I nod slowly and pull away from the hug.

The rest of the boys basically do the same thing. Except for Niall. He seemed apprehensive about something.

“What's wrong with you?" I ask him.

“Y-you can't hurt yourself. P-please."

I look down, playing with my thumbs.

“Roxlion, look at me," he lifts my chin softly, “Remind me later, I need to tell you something no one else knows." 

I nod.

They all leave to get the doctor. While I'm in bed, I look at all my bandages and I realize, I have a brace on my arm. And my foot.

 

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