We all went home and I was extremely tired. I went upstairs and decided to lay down for a nap. Once I had finally laid down and relaxed, my tears fell quickly and not even a minute into my crying my pillow was soaked. I flipped my pillow over and continued to cry and I ended up crying myself to sleep.
I woke up at around nine p.m. and went downstairs. There was a box of pizza on the counter meaning that the boys were to lazy to cook. I grabbed a slice of the pizza and sat down in the kitchen. I heard someone run down the stairs and I sighed. Someone realized that I was awake. Niall ran into the kitchen and his thick Irish accent filled the room. I couldn't help but smile.
"Hello, love! I walked by your room and your door was open. I figured that you were probably hungry and had come downstairs to eat." She was smiling and I couldn't help but do the same. Her smile was so contagious.
"Yeah, I was just exhausted and I needed some rest." she said. "I understand, love." As I said that she, her smile slowly faded and she looked down. A look of worry rushed across my face. "Ally? What's wrong?" I sat down in the chair next to her and noticed that her face was stained with tears as if she had cried herself to sleep. I lifted her chin to look at me. "Ally, please tell me whats wrong." She looked at me with fear and pain in her eyes and knew that what she was about to tell me was going to be a lot to take in.
She was wearing a blue Pierce the Veil hoodie with a pair of Nirvana sweatpants. She slowly pulled up her sleeves revealing over fifty scars on each arm. I felt tears running down my face as I ran my fingers over all of them. I saw that she was crying again. I wiped her tears and kissed her wrists.
He kissed my wrists and i couldn't help but break down. He held me in my arms. After what seemed like forever, he finally spoke. "Why do you do it?" I sighed. I knew that this question was coming. I took a deep breath and began telling him every reason that I self harm.
"When i was just a baby, my mother died. Thats when my dad became a drunk. It's when he became abusive. First it was Harry and then when i was older, it went to me. Dad beat me. He was so creative with them. He used a belt, a whip, his fist. Hell, he even used frozen things. Phonebooks. And then it wasn't just physical. It became mental. 'You're stupid. You're ugly.' He said. 'No one will ever love you. You're an abomination. You were never supposed to be here. It's your fault that you're mother is dead.' Those were just the words I woke up to. And then i got to school and everyone said that i was ugly, fat, stupid, a freak. I was told that i should go kill myself." I looked up at Niall and a look of horror was on his face. I just nodded. Before I knew what was happening, Niall grabbed me and put me in his lap. I looked at him with confusion. Before I could protest, he has his arms around my waist and he had crashed our lips together. I struggled at first then began kissing him back, our lips moving in unison. I couldn't help but smile into the kiss. I was so happy.
After about 5 minutes of kissing Niall, he slowly pulled away and whispered. "I love you, Ally." And without thinking, i replied "I love you too"