Chapter Fifteen- The Truth

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I yanked the covers over my head. "I know, Piper. I was here last night. I heard it all." He took a seat at my feet, pulling the covers down, revealing my face. He didn't even flinch. "Why didn't you ever tell us? Why are you dating him?" 

"I couldn't say no," I said between sobs. Shit! I cursed myself. Now Niall knew. He knew basically everything, and now Jake would tell. He would say that I cheated. My rep would be ruined.

"Look, I'll protect you. Just stay away from him. I don't want you to see him again. Ever." I starred at Niall. He left the room to make a call. He must've recently woken up. His hair was going in a billion directions, and he was wearing baggy joggers. You could see his boxers.

He called someone and came back in. He lifted me up bridal style. I felt to weak to disagree or fight back. I cuddled my head into his chest when he took me outside. Luckily no one was there.

He sat me in the leather seat, and buckled me in. I managed to squek, "Where are we going?" out.

Niall drove to the airport. I fretted for a moment, but Niall carried me out back. He entered the door, and grabbed a slip. That was all I saw because I burrowed my way to his chest again.

After that quick drive he drove to a hotel. He ran in, and into the elevator. He was still carrying me. I wondered how he could lift me up. Jut as Jake says, I'm fat. I met Niall's chest yet again. I probably looked terrible. My face swollen, my eyes black an blue, my clothes had to be just as bad. My makeup had to be smeared too.

"Niall." I pulled my face out a little bit and looked at him. This was the first interaction we had since the kiss. 

"No-" Niall said stopping me.

"Why? Why are you carrying me? Why are you taking care of me? Why?"

"You can't take care of yourself."

"Why carry me?" My toes brushed the walls on the motel slightly. "I'm super fat and heavy-"

"No, you're not. Did Jake tell you that?" My silence was his confirmation. I gripped Niall's navy blue shirt, covering my face. 

We made it to the slow elevator. The trip to the fourth floor slowly. A turtle could make its way up there just as quick. Niall carried me all the way to the end: room 422. I had no idea where Niall got so strong. I just clutched to his chest without looking. I only saw Niall's armpit moving as he walked. 

"Who is it?" a male inside asked in a girly voice. Niall responded by getting his free hand to knock again. The male answered as the door opened. "What do you want with, that?" He scoffed at that. I didn't dare turn my head though I knew who it was. It was Jake. 

Niall must have walked into the room because the door closed, and all I smelled was cigarette smoke. Ew.

Niall sat me down. I immediatley leaned on his shoulder.

We were in a poor hotel room. It had moldy stains, a couch, a dirty and messy bed, and trash - everywhere.

"Do you see her?" Niall asked abruptly. He interuppted my train of thoughts. "Do you see what you did to her?" Niall's voice was flat and hard. Before Jake could respond Niall answered him. "What kind of man hits a girl? Er, I mean boy. Seriously, what the hell?"

"Look, she deserved it. She knows it too. What, you get your lil crush to help you out?" Jake raised his hand to it me, but Niall pushed him away. 

"Here," Niall said handing the slip to him. "Get away from her, me, Harry, us. Leave." It must've been a plane ticket. Figures. We were at the airport.

"Haha, very funny," Jake mocked with a fake laugh. 

"I'm serious. She's already going to tell the police." I questioned him in my mind. I felt so weak I couldn't do anything. Something was quickly taking over my body. Speaking of it, I hadn't felt that well yesterday either.

Back to the point. I was going to the police? I'm sorry Niall, but why should I? I just want him out of my life not involved. I lived, I'll live. Why make a mountain of a molehill?

I agreed 100% with my head. It was just a tiny problem, in fact not even a problem at all really. 

"I'm serious. Leave us the hell alone!" Niall lifted me back up, and carried me out to the car. That was all I remembered before I woke up in my large bed, alone.

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