Trust (One Direction Fan Fiction)[ON HOLD]

Chapter 7

Skylar's POV

I reached out for my towel and got out of the bathroom. I had just finished wrapping myself in the towel when the door flung open. I shrieked.

"Hey Skylar, is there any food here? I mean, there's not much and I'm really hungry, so could we get like -" Niall blurted out and was cut off as he stared at me. I raised a brow at him; was there something on my face? I folded my arms, and then felt self-conscious as I felt the fabric under my arms.

Holy shit, I was only in a towel. Shit shit shit shit shit. I wrapped my hands around myself tightly, trying to cover myself as much as possible. Unfortunately, I failed miserably and had to bear with the towel only being able to cover from my chest to half my thighs. I motioned my finger in a circle, motioning him to turn around. He just shrugged and turned around quickly. He was practically eye- raping me and needless to say, I was feeling uncomfortable.

"Yo-you were saying?" I stuttered, making sure the towel was secure around my body. I could see him scratch the back of his neck awkwardly and he answered, with a little less enthusiasm than the first time.

"Is there any food at home? I mean I am hungry, and you're the hostess, so yeah,"

"Well ex-cuse me for not stocking up because, well, who the fuck knew you guys were coming over?!" I hissed, every word laced with sarcasm. He put his hands up in a surrendering gesture and turned around slowly.

"Sheesh woman! Why are you so annoyed anyway?"He asked, clearly confused. He was asking ME why I was so mad?!

"Well, for starters, you imbeciles were the reason I spent three miserable days in that goddamn ugly hospital. And secondly, you scare the shit out of me by being in my house, thirdly, I am only human and I am tired from running so much. And lastly, here I am, having a pointless fight with you," I rambled, raising my hands to make exaggerated gestured.

I stubbed a finger at him. "And then you still ask for food. Don't y-" I felt the towel underneath me fall a bit and immediately the words dried up in my throat. I quickly grabbed onto the cloth and held onto it, afraid it'll drop again. I looked up, only to see Niall blushing and looking at the floor.

"Uh, um, I'll just go check in the bra drawer, wait no, the brown drawer," He sputtered, blushing harder still. He quickly turned around and stalked out of my door. Certain that he was gone, I let out a giggle that was begging to come out. Wow, he was that embarrassed? Talk about innocent to the core.

Quickly locking the door just in case someone else decided it would to fantastic to pay me a mini surprise visit again, I sat down on the bed and looked through my closet. Deciding on a dark blue shirt, black skinnies and a black hoodie, I snatched them and put them on quickly. I dried my hair with the towel lightly and threw it onto the bed, not caring. I felt a little apprehensive still. What if they hurt me? It was better to be safe than sorry, right? I mean, it wouldn't hurt anyone just to be a little more cautious, right? It's not like they're my... my father.

I could feel my composure weaken and my eyes tearing up as I recalled those memories. All the beatings, all the nights, all the fights... And lastly, the three horrifying gunshots. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, I couldn't fight the pain anymore. I let it take over me and the tears rolled freely off my cheeks, falling off from my chin. It was all my fault. I was a sin, a blasphemy, a curse. I was the cause for my family's demise. I was stupid, so very stupid. I should've kept my mouth shut. I should've known better. It was all my fault.

"Skylar, be strong. Big girls don't cry. You're weak if you cry," a small voice whispered in my mind and I sniffled a little, using the back of my hands to wipe away the tears. I rubbed my nose weakly and stood up, not knowing when I curled up onto the floor. The voice was right. I was strong. How many girls out there were still alive even though they knew they were the reason of their family being dead? Not many. I took deep breath through my mouth and exhaled. I won't let the boys see me cry. I couldn't. 

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"Were you crying?" Liam asked when I reached the bottom of the stairs. I felt my body stiffen. Well there goes my plan of not letting the boys know that I was crying. The words dried up in my throat and I just stared into his eyes, waiting for his reaction. Acknowledging my silence, he nodded his head and confirmed. "You were crying."

"Yeah, yeah. I-I was. I am freaking out o-over here. How did y-you find me here?" I asked, half-lying. I was a little confused, I mean, I swear I didn't give them my address.

"Well, you see, we looked through the hospital papers and then we saw your address. We're pretty smart, eh?" He winked, and I felt my cheeks getting warmer. Of course, that moment was ruined by Louis, who came somersalting into the room.

"I'm the king of all carrots! I declare today was Carrot Day!" He screamed as he stood up. Liam smacked hsi forehead with his palm while I just stared at Louis, bursting into laughter.

"Yes, yes. You are very smart. Genius, really. My God, you're to fabulous for this world," I managed to blurt out in between giggles. Liam just playfully glared at me, and stubbed a finger at Louis.

"You just ruined a perfectly good moment!"

"Me?! I ruined a perfectly good moment?! Please, all you two were doing were practically flirting!"

"Was not!"

"Was too!

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

Just then Harry entered the hallroom, looking happy.

"I ordered pizza!" He yelled, and then sat next to Liam. In no time Niall came rushing into the room.

"What? Pizza?! Thank God! There's practically no food here. I mean, seriously, none!" He rambled on, sitting on a chair. My legs were feeling tired and I debated whether or not to sit down. As if reading my mind, Liam stood up, patting on the space beneath him. I smiled a little and decided to seat there. I kept a good distance  away from Harry and right then Zayn burst through the door. Seriously, what was up with people and bursting through the doors?!

"Thank God you're okay!" Zayn babbled, his eyes lighting up as he looked at me. He flashed a smile and walked towards me. Seeing there was not enough space on the sofa, he just sat on the floor.

"Hey, I got you some bandages and first-aid things Harry told me to get since you were running barefoot through the forest. Here they are," Zayn continued, placing the first-aid kit on the sofa. I looked at Harry through the corner of my eye. No wonder he took so long talking to people on his phone!

"I'll help you," Liam said softly as he sat beside Zayn, taking the first-aid kit in his hands. He started dabbing at my feet with cotton buds and some sort of liquid, which stung like a bitch might I add. I hissed a little, trying not to fidget as he cleaned up the cuts. He quickly bandaged my feet and smiled apologetically at me. I just shrugged nonchalantly, and it was only then that I realised the room was really quiet. Awkward.

"So, um, where's the cake you supposedly bought for me?"

"It's in the fridge."

"I'll uh, get it," I cleared my throat, quickly walking into the fridge. I let out a big sigh, not knowing I was holding it in. I rested my elobws on the counter and closed my eyes, thinking the whole say through. Wow-ee.

It sure was one heck of a day.

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A/N:Short and horrible update, I know. I'm sorry for the late update guys :( I've just had tests, essays and just LIFE GOT IN THE WAY! *cries* Anyway, I seriously need to go off now so love you and take care!

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