9. What is love
TWO WEEKS LATER
I had just turned 18 two days ago. Zayn hasn't hurt me in two weeks. I didn't say I haven't hurt myself. My cutting got worst. The bruises were gone. My lip had a tiny scar. My body was scarless. But inside was full of them. Niall walked into the room and kissed me. "Why do you were long sleeves now?" He asked. "Because......it's winter." He nodded and walked to the kitchen. "I'm gunna go to the pool." He said. I nodded and laid down. After he left, I called Zayn to come over. He knocked on the door. I awnsered and pulled him close. I kissed him violently. He pushed me against the bed and then I heard Liam at the door. "Go go go!" He ran up the fire escape. I awnsered. He walked in. "Niall here?" I shook my head. He gave me a rose. I kissed him. He said "I'd better go!" He left.