TW: Mention of Self Harm
Elliot Horan
Showers are my enemy, I hate them.
They bring a wave of flashbacks to my head, flashbacks only I will ever understand.
Nobody knows about my past, nobody ever will.
I refuse to let him and his actions dictate the rest of my life. He is a disgusting man and will rot in hell.
The flashbacks kept coming and I had no way of fixing it.
I jump out of the shower as quickly as I can and run to my room, the towel covering my body.
I grab the lighter out of my handbag and bring it close to my bare thighs.
The pain is almost unbearable, but it's a distraction.
The skin begins to raise as the burn goes deeper. The pain in my head slowly drifting.
It will come back I know it will, but for now at least I know the physical pain will go away. It always does.
I grab an oversized hoodie and sweatpants and throw my wet hair into a bun.
I'm going to spend the night in my room, I'm tired anyway.
As I get into the hallway, Harry is leaving his room.
Fuck.
He's wearing ripped jeans, a black t-shirt and a red flannel to cover his inked arms.
"You need to wear something dressier than that, princess," he says this while looking me up and down and judging my outfit.
"If you're all going out, I'm not coming, I can't get into any clubs anyway," I start to walk away as he grabs my wrists. I freeze in fear.
"Are you scared, princess?" I hear him speak from behind me. My eyes begin to gloss, probably already bloodshot from my crying before.
I turn to face him, staring at my feet, I was wearing pink fluffy socks with my sweats, they're comfortable. No way in hell am I going out tonight.
"I'm not in the mood to go out tonight, I would appreciate it if you left me alone," I try to take my hand back to my side, it's gripped tightly in front of him.
His finger curls under my chin, tilting my head back to look at him.
His expressionless face turns to a smirk and his head tilts slightly to the left.
"Oh, princess is upset," he pulls a fake pout and a mocking tone.
I retract my hand from his grip and walk down the hallway. Niall and the boys have pizza in their hands and there's a closed pizza box on the counter.
I open it up and see a cheese pizza. I close it and walk towards the stairs.
"ELLIOT HORAN!" I hear him shout towards me and I flinch slightly.
"What? I'm eating in my room." I state, heading back towards the stairs.
Before I reach the first step I'm dragged onto Niall's shoulder. He throws me down on one of the reclining seats and opens the pizza box on my lap.
"Come on, eat that and then we're leaving," he sits next to Louis and eats his final piece of pepperoni pizza.
I'm not going out.
"I'm not coming. I'll stay here."
"Nope you're coming, I'm not leaving you here by yourself," he's stern with his words.
"Whatever," I trail off when Harry stands tall in front of me.
"Go and get changed, princess," I throw the half empty pizza box to the floor and slump up the stairs.
I get to my room and slam the door.
I feel helpless.
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Fanfiction*May be triggering to some readers* "Ah, but what if Niall knew you were hiding something from him, something that puts him in danger," he has a point all of them are in danger but if I keep my mouth shut, they'll be safe. "You dare tell Niall abou...
