shattered crystals

if something's shattered, can it ever be fixed? sequel to broken crystals


6. stay the night


Crystal's POV


Padding down the stairs, I turn into the living room to find Zayn talking with Jake; asking him about himself. When he spots me, the conversation is haulted and he raises his eyebrows at me.

"Can I speak to you please?" I ask quietly, turning and walking to the front door. Leaning against it, I run my hand through my hair tensely.

"Jake, I think it's best if you go home now." I suggest, reaching forward to hug him. To my surprise, he seems to accept this and tells me he'll go once he's said his goodbyes.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" He murmurs and I nod in response.

"He needs me," I say and Jake winces.

"Don't forget why you left, Crystal." He says and I shake my head.

"That doesn't matter at the moment," I reply and he sighs before reluctantly nodding.

"I'll come and get Cee tomorrow." I add and he hugs me again before heading into the kitchen to say goodbye to everyone. I watch him leave a while later, slumping onto the bottom step. I rest my face in my hands and groan slightly.

"Crystal?" The sound of Perrie's voice comes from the kitchen as she sits down beside me a moment later, bumping her shoulder into my own.

"Hey," She says softly, wrapping an arm round me. I let my head fall onto her chest and hold back tears as she begins to talk to me, telling me what I've missed.

"Plus," She whispers in my ear, sound of a smile on her lips.

"I think a certain someone may have something to tell you." She grins at me as I pull back, eyebrows raised.

"What?" I question, looking her over as she blushes slightly.

"I'm four days late." She says, almost a whisper.

"Perrie!" I exclaim but she quickly hushes me, leaning forward and casting a look between the banisters into the kitchen.

"No-one knows. Not Zayn. Especially not Zayn," She shakes her head, blonde hair swaying.

"Why not?" I ask, watching her sad expression.

"I don't think it's the right time," She admits to me, pushing her hair behind her ear as she fiddles with her fingers.

"Why not?" I ask and she shrugs.

"He's got too much going on his life already." She says and I shake my head with a small laugh.

"Perrie, when has he not got anything going on in his life?" 

"True, but I still don't know." Perrie sighs, letting out a long exhale of breath.

"You don't know anything for definite yet, so it'll be fine." I say, smiling as I draw her into a hug. Our hushed conversation is quickly drawn to a stop as Louis and Zayn walk past, excusing us to go upstairs.

"Are you checking on him?" Perrie calls up the stairs to which Zayn replies with a yes.

"We're asking if he wants to eat," Louis adds before the sound of a door opening is heard from along the hallway.

"Come on," Perrie says, standing up and leading me into the kitchen.


My eyes squint against the darkness. I was lying on the sofa, covered in blankets and throws in an attempt to keep me warm. I heard a loud crash from upstairs a moment ago, drawing me from my uncomfortable fit of exhausted sleep. Sighing, I sit up; straining my ears to listen to the house. The noise doesn't sound again, instead replaced by the noise of somebody evidently moving around. Frowning, I look up and picture the layout of the house in my head. The noises sounded to be coming from right above the living room and from what I could work out, that was either the spare room or the bathroom.

"Niall," I mumble, standing up and pulling my hair up out of my face. Padding up the stairs, I try to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible; well aware of the amount of sleeping people currently in the house. Reaching the door to the spare room, I hesitate before pushing it open gently.

"Niall?" I call softly into the dark room, hand searching for the lightswitch. I switch it on, the room immediately bathed in dim light.

"Oh my god," I mumble under my breath, eyes finding Niall's body. He was slumped half in and half out of the double bed, fingers gripping the bed side table as he tries to haul himself onto the floor. I rush over, gripping him under the armpits as I manage to swerve out of the way; just as a mass of vomit begins to fall from his mouth. Sighing, I grab the plastic tub Perrie had left in here in case of this happening and place it under him as he retches, the stench making me gag myself. I try to hold back my urge to leave as I run my fingers through his hair, gripping the back of his head as he continues to retch and spill his contents into the bucket. 

"Shh," I murmur, trying to comfort him as he lets out a splutter and what seems to be a sob in his state.

"Shh, it's okay. Shh," I repeat, running my hand over the back of his head as I close my eyes, willing myself to stay; he needed me. 

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