Nevermind Me

Chapter 9

One week later-

Jay-

Something was wrong with me. I started breaking out in hives and random scabs appeared all over my back and chest.

My body was bad enough looking with all the scars.

I fainted last night, and I kept getting dizzy spells off and on.

Now I was waking up.

On the floor.

A little blood coming from where I must have hit my head on the way down.

"Mmmmmeh." I groaned and started to sit up. I reached out and touched the blood.

It was sticky and dry, so I assumed I was done bleeding. I let my fingers trail up to my forehead and I found where the blood had come from. There was a small cut just along my hairline.

Yawning, I took in my surroundings and memories flooded from last night. All I remembered was getting up to use the washroom, then getting dizzy on my way back to bed. That explains why I was lying on the cold tile of the washroom. I must have hit my head on the cabinet.

I continued to nod as I cleaned up the blood and washed my face and hair. I looked in the mirror and decided I should probably shower to get all the sticky, drying, deep red blood from my body.

I silently opened the door an peeked into the hall. Small shadows came from the hall window as I scampered to my room at the end. I ran in and grabbed some clean clothes, as well as my hairbrush and toothbrush.

I glanced at the clock, and relief rushed through me. It was 6:58, nobody else would be awake. I wouldn't have to worry about someone finding out about me hitting my head.

I walked back to the bathroom and locked the door. Soon, I had the water running and started taking of my clothes. It was still odd to me that I could just turn on the water- whenever I wanted without consequence. That I could eat anytime-whatever I wanted. That I could be comfortable- without having to be scared that someone else needed me. And I was doing something I loved.

Taking pictures.

I looked at my body in the mirror, taking in all my scars.

And all my new injuries.

I seemed to bruise really easily and I don't know where these- these- bumps were coming from. At least they didn't itch.

I stepped under the warm water and let my thoughts wander from my scars to my new life. It was incredible and I was loving every moment. These boys were talented and cute.

And very photogenic, a plus for me. I had only taken about 20 pictures, but each one captured a moment in time that was worth remembering. Good or bad.

I had also been getting to know them and their music better. Liam was sensitive, yet amazingly powerful and responsible. Right now he was dealing with a tough breakup.

Zayn was sweet, and mysterious. I can never tell what's going on behind his beautiful, thoughtful eyes.

Harry was flirting with me, even I (I-who had never had a boyfriend and just recently had my first kiss- I who knew nothing about this kind of thing) could tell. Yet he was still cautious and carefree at the same time. He was quiet as well, talking slowly and deeply,

Louis was Louis. Hard to describe, but super awesome. He made me laugh everyday, could turn any situation into a happy moment. A little sick minded, but hey! He may have been the oldest, but he was young at heart.

And then Niall-

What is it with the Irish? Even standing in the shower then, I could recall the feel of his lips, the look in his eyes. Gentle and piercing.

He laughed at everything, made me smile and blush when he commented on how I look.

I sighed, and coughed as water dribbled down my throat. Oops.

Five minutes later-

I could have sworn I locked the door, yet here I was trapped in the shower as Louis used the toilet.

"Again, I'm sorry Jay, I didn't hear the water but I really had to go." He wouldn't shut up.

"Just hurry up and get out if here. It's awkward enough as it is and I need to get out."

"Sure, sure." He sounded slightly mischievous.

All of a sudden, the shower curtain flew in and he bear hugged me, wrapping me in the curtain.

"Ahh! Louis what the bloody hell are you doing?!" I screamed, then giggled at how absurd this was.

He laughed, "Caught you! Don't worry, I can't see anything." Louis' breath tickled my ear, his face right beside mine. I was as tall as him, but I was standing up in the shower and he was still on the tile.

Damn my shortness.

Laughing, he started to untangle us, getting soaked in the process.

I gasped as his fingers brushed my back.

"What- what was that?" Louis said, concern filling his voice. I became painfully aware that he was standing on the other side of a curtain while I was naked and he was wearing nothing but plaid pyjama trousers.

"Jay?" His voice whispered, and I knew he had felt it. His hand had brushed over my scars.

I heard the lock click- for real this time- and his footsteps came back towards the shower. I stood, letting the water drip over me, then spoke.

"Do you promise not to tell?" I half whispered.

"Of course."

I drew back the curtain, faced the wall and let him see my back.

His sharp intake of breath was all I needed.

I turned and crossed my arms over my chest, but I didn't rally care what he saw now. Many a man had already seen me. I wasn't comfortable, more just used to it.

Louis handed me a towel.

Then he looked me in the eye, "Who did that to you?"

"My-my father used to um-used to sell my-my body for a few extra pounds." I stuttered.

His eyes softened and he held open his arms.

I collapsed into him, and almost wished I could capture this moment as well. But I knew I would remember anyways, the moment I admitted what my father really had been.

A monster.

Harry-

I woke up as Louis came back into the room. We shared a room when we were alone because the flat often felt empty and cold to me. I missed living with my mum, but I was loving London too.

It was a give and take.

Then I noticed how wet he was. His trousers were soaked almost through ad his hair was dripping onto the carpet.

"Louis?" I garbled, still half asleep.

"Don't worry mate, I fell into the shower while it was warming up. I'm fine." He smiled.

Liar, but I might be imagining the way he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Mmmkay." I rolled over, only to have my eyes fly open what seemed like a minute later.

"WAKE UP BUDDY!!" Liam yelled, "We're going to be late if you don't come now!"

I groaned and looked at the clock. 11:45?! We had to be at the press conference at 12:30 and I still had to get ready. Plus, we leave tomorrow for our world tour and I was planning on driving to Cheshire to say goodbye to mum.

Damn.