Nevermind Me

Chapter 12

Kinda a filler chapter sorry!!!! but alot of important things happen so...READ! PLEASE I LOVE YOU ALL!

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Zayn-

I heard from my makeshift bed in the back of the van. I heard the desperation in her voice to finally tell someone, the fear and the triumph of getting it out without breaking down.

When she finishes saying what her flashback had been, the first thought through my head was-

Wow. She is so strong.

I felt my own eyes tearing up and faintly heard Niall whisper something.

I sigh and close my eyes when I hear her start to cry.

Even the strongest among us need a moment to build themselves up.

Seven hours later-

Harry-

Finally I was packed and ready to go. It was six AM and we left for Tokyo in two hours, so I had gotten up at five to pack. We got in at about midnight an all of us crashed at Louis and mines place.

Running my fingers through my hair, I walked to the kitchen but stopped in my tracks when I see the den.

My mouth hangs open as I take in the scene before me.

Louis obviously didn't make it to his bed last night and was lying in the leather chair, head lolling sideways..no shirt and a blanket covering his legs so I couldn't tell if he had pants on.

Well, the blanket was one reason I couldn't tell.

The other was that Zayn was curled up on his lap, head resting on Louis' shoulder.

My eyes widened at that image, but it was nothing compared to the couch.

Niall was passed out, still in his jeans and tshirt from yesterday's conference, shoes kicked off to the side, on his back. He was slightly drooling.

And Liam? Between him and Niall, the only way to tell limbs apart were the clothes. He was snuggling so close to Niall that I had to wonder what had gone on last night.

It didn't help that Liam's shirt was only half on, or that Niall's pants were unzipped.

Chuckling quietly to myself, I continued to the kitchen.

After coffee and Lucky Charms, I was officially ready for the day but I still had forty minutes before I should wake the others.

Maybe I should go grab their stuff so that when they wake up we can just go...-I thought and acted on it. I walked back to my room and finished getting dressed. I now wore dark jeans, a blue v neck tshirt and a leather wrist watch that Gemma had given me.

Satisfied, I walked back down the hall. I only made it to the third door (my rooms the last one) to the front hall when I heard a crash and a small scream from the bathroom. It was shortly followed by sobs and a girl mumbling.

Jay.

I ran to the door, maybe five steps away, and knocked loudly.

"Jay?! Are you OK?" I called, praying for an answer.

None came, but the sobs and mumbles stopped.

Taking a deep breath, I tried the door handle.

And in swung the door.

Jay had passed out by the toilet, surrounded by blood and puke. She had no shirt on and I finally saw how skinny she was. Her hip bones and spine were clearly visible.

But that's not what frightened me. What frightened me were the scars. Long and deep, short and painful looking. Each one was different and each one held a story. A terrible, terrible history was carved into her back.

I froze, unsure of what to do. Obviously, she was unconscious and I wasn't sure what had made the crash.

Then I turned around and see a hand mirror broken an all over the floor under the cabinet.

It looked like she had thrown it away.

I knelt beside her, not touching any of the blood. I grabbed a towel from the hook behind me and laid it out just behind her, then I cautiously rolled her onto it. I then saw that the blood was coming from her collarbone and the cut looked deliberate. I saw the shard of reflective material in her fingers and knew.

She had cut herself, trying to fix the image in the mirror.

And it hasn't worked, so she had forced herself to puke an passed out.

Help.

She needed help.

The blood was still coming from her chest and I tried to be respective, not looking at her chest more than needed.

Grabbing another towel, I tried to stem the small trickle of blood and was happy when I saw that it wasn't very deep. Soon, the blood stopped flowing from the pressure I had put on it and the towel was dyed a horrifying red.

Her eyes fluttered and I started whispering. I'm not even sure what I said.

Then I was singing and her eyes began to droop again. She quietly sighed, "I'm sorry Niall. I cant." Then she drifted off again.

Can't? No no, this is Jay! We only have had her working with and for us for a few weeks but she's one of us now!

Can't?

She is stronger than that.

I closed my eyes for a second, then moved on from that thought. Pushing my hair away from my eyes, I reached into the cupboard and pulled out the rubbing alcohol. Probably better to do it now than when she's awake an talking me out of it.

I braced myself, then pressed the newly dipped in alcohol towel against her collarbone and she woke up screaming in pain.

I needed help.

30 minutes later-

Liam-

I wake to my phone buzzing in my pocket and at first I'm confused.

Why am I on Niall? And what's up with my shirt? Woah, Niall, pants open?

Then memories of our late night truth or dare came flooding back and I remember Louis whisper shouting at us, so as not to wake Harry, that our dare was to cuddle with some extra. At first I hadn't gotten it, then I had realised and got really nervous.

None the less, Niall and I had completed our dare and my cheeks blushed with the memory of it.

I made a mental note to tell them that nobody else would ever know about that..that....

Benefit.

Gah.

Yawning, I got off of Niall and pulled out my phone. It was a text from Harry, explaining that he and Jay had gone out to grab our bags and they would be back in 10 minutes to take us to the airport.

10 MINUTES?!

I yelped and started slapping the other boys to wake them up. Zayn was roughly shoved off Louis' lap and Niall embarrassingly did up his pants before we all scramble to eat, clean up or change. I ran to Harry's room an borrowed some of his clothes, passing some to Niall aswell.

Zayn kept his pants on and borrowed one of Louis' hoodies before running to the kitchen an pouring four bowls of cereal for us.

I grabbed a pair of sweat pants, boxers and a tshirt from Harry's drawers and changed in the bathroom. Niall had on a pair of Harry's jeans and one of Louis' shirts when I came out while Louis just wore his red pants and a hoodie.

The doorbell rang just as we finished eating.

I ran to it, expecting to find Harry.

Instead I found Jay.

She looked terrible.