Nobody Compares

Chapter Seventeen- Being Saved

Oh god. I wanted him here with me. I couldn't deny that. I wanted him. I obviously liked him, but did I want to be hurt again?

For the next 3 days I only spoke to myself. I didn't talk to my family at all. I just sat and watched television. I didn't even get onto the computer. I just blankly zoned out. Niall never came back. Hell, he could've left to Ireland for all I know. 

I haven't seen Harry for a while. Nor Gemma. Harry had some practicing gig. I just supposed that Gemma had more meetings, or maybe she was at college. It seemed like everyone was mad at me, but I haven't had control in that.

The pain ceased. It was bearable. I was okay. I didn't grimace when I touched it. When I looked in the mirror today the bruises were fading. They were coverable. I decided to go downstairs.

The only males who weren't scaring me were Niall, Dad, and Harry. Liam, Zayn, and Louis scared me. They came over once, but didn't see me.

I put some cover up on my face and walked downstairs. Dad was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine on the table next to him. He just stared at the television. If only he knew this wasn't the first time Jake did .... that.

"How are you?" he asked sitting. He jumped out of his trance, pushing his attention on me. He sat up, making me sit. I pulled my blue robe close to me, and sat. 

"Good. It doesn't hurt anymore." 

"Yeah? Thats good. Scott said he'd call you today. He had good news." I smiled. Finally. Something good was to happen. "Are you hungry? Wanna go out to eat?"

"I'd love you to. Where's Harry and Gemma?" I decided to hold off on asking about Niall.

"Gem is at her classes. There is a meeting in London, so she decided to stay out there during them. Harry has been in his room but he went out today." Dad went to get his keys as I got ready. I got enough make up on, and a jacket. I was ready. 

"What happened with Niall?" I asked quietly. Ugh, I was so stupid for asking such a question! 

"He didn't want to bother you. He got so angry he punched a tree and cut his hand up."

I was questioning everything. I was questioning even my living, breath. Me and Dad left the house through the front, which we hardly ever did. We had a tree, a stone path that was incredibly short, and a porch that we couldn't sit on because of paparazzi. I heard the fans and photographers hear me leaving from the front so they quick ran that way to catch a glimpse.

"Piper! Look here!"

"Piper are you pregnant?"

"Where's Jake?" I cringed. 

"Did Pake end? Did you two break up? Where have you been this few days?"

"Have you been sick?" With that question they took a step back when I approached them.

"What happened with Niall? Why did you scream 'no' a few days ago?" 

I reached the door, and slammed it shut. I took a sigh of relief. The car drowned their voices out. I looked at Dad who laughed lightly. He started the car, and we drove off to Nandos for breakfast. [A/N I don't know if Nando's has breakfast, I live in Us. If you live in Uk Lemme just say ...... FUCK YOU. YOU LUCKY ARSE.] 

I pushed the heavy glass door, opening me to the store. I took a seat in a booth while dad ordered. The Nando's was empty. The only people here besides me and my father were the workers. The drive through window was not to busy either. 

After eating dad took me back home. I grabbed my leftovers and hurried up the stairs into my room. Instead of having an empty room, Niall was sitting on my bed, his head in his hands. "Oh my, god!" he exclaimed as I walked in. "I thought you got hurt!" He hugged me, burying his head in my neck. 

"I went out to eat ... with my dad." 

"Your swelling and bruises healed." We both sat on my bed, bouncing up and down at first. "You can't even tell." I looked down at Nialls hands, remembering what my dad told me. Dad was right. Nialls one hand had scabs all of the knuckle. 

"Niall!" I stood up, holding his hurt hand. I pulled him to the bathroom in the hall. There were medical supplies in there. I put neosporin on his cuts, and wrapped them in a clean white bandage. 

"Thanks," he whispered sitting on the toilet. 

"We have to talk." I let the words slip out of my lips without saying anything else. I didn't want to talk, but we had to. But what were we going to even talk about? What would we talk about? 

Niall looked up to me, into my eyes. I looked into his soul. It was cheesy and cliche, but I did. He looked hurt, and scared. He nodded, and left the bathroom. I didn't follow him; I just watched. He pounded down the stairs, and I could hear the faint whispering of him and my father.

"When?" Niall's voice was cold and hard. He seemed to demand an answer.

"I don't know yet! You're the only person though..."

What were they possibly meaning? 'You're the only person though'. Was I missing something? What was going on between my father and Niall? I thought Niall was here for me?!

"Well I have to go home then," Niall whispered as I stepped out of my room, trying to crane to hear the men whispering to each other. "I have to pack. I'm off work, luckily. What time?" 

"3. I'll leave it unlocked." 

"See you then, sir." 

What was happening at 3? Maybe tomorrow since it was 4:30 now. After I heard Niall leave the house, everything got quiet. After 10 minutes I ran down the stairs, seeing dad in a sad state. He was watching the local Cheshire news, not caring I was here.

"So why did Niall leave?" I supposed they didn't want me to know what was happening at 3 tomorrow afternoon because Niall didn't say anything. Maybe it didn't even involve me. 

"I don't know." His answer was short an simple and no hints. 

"What's the date?" He looked at the calender on the table next to him.

"The 21st of January." Wow, I was a day away from my 21st birthday. I'll totally have to get drunk tomorrow.

"Can you get your brother and sister? I have news for them." 

"Can I hear first?" It might be why Niall left!

"No, its not for you." I showed a disappointed face. Then I thought, maybe its my birthday. I smiled and told them to go downstairs.

They did and spoke with dad for a while. Then Gemma came up to me. "Hey," she said with a sad voice. Probably hiding a surprise. "Want to go out? I wanna get new clothes and stuff." 

After a successful trip to the mall I got at least 20 new teeshirts, 40 pants, and 30 shorts and skirts. I got some hair accessories that were my favorite color: blue. I got a ton of cute things. 

When I got home I was tired. It was a little after 11 Pm, so I immediatley fell asleep. I let Gemma borrow whatever she wanted out of my newly bought stuff, since she was going to out in the morning.

When I was asleep I dreamed this odd dream. I was in a meadow, swimming in a pond. I watched the large fish going everywhere. A turtle walked past me, and as I watched the wonderful creature I was lifted out of the water. I didn't know who it was or why, but someone. They carried me for miles until the person stopped. It was Niall. I tried to run but I was there in a matter of seconds. 

That was all. I woke up. I had no idea where I was. It wasn't my room. There was I hum of a engine. It was pitch black with a blinking light, and no windows. I couldn't see anything. I felt around. I jumped when I felt something soft. A body. Oh dear lord. I was kidnapped and I was in a thing with dead people.