Attempting To Trust (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 20

Karla POV

I was unconscious in the middle of the graveyard? That doesn't make any sense. If Im in a graveyard, how would they stumble upon my body? Why would they pick me up, thinking I would most likely be dead? There had to be a part if this story I didn't know about.

Even after almost a month since the assault, I still found pain all over my body, head to toe. But I was incapable of telling anyone that. I had to be strong, not weak.

I shifted in my bed, trying my best not to groan. If I could convince myself I wasn't in pain, I couldn't be, right?

I haven't slept in what seems like an eternity. I am frightened beyond repair. I shake, causing myself have goosebumps crawl across my pale skin at just the thought of someone touching me like they did.

I won't ever forget the coldness of their hands touching my warm skin. Just thinking about it gives me shivers that run through my veins.

With soccer season over, I am able to have time off. In this case, however, I wish I was much more busy and hectic than what I am. With all this time spent doing nothing, it gives me endless amounts of time to think. Thinking that depresses me.

Niall has been busy with rehearsals so I haven't seen him or talked to him since our fight. If we hadn't fought, I would have been safe and snuggling into his arms. His strong arms wrapped around me is the only thing that could ever comfort me.

I can remember the distraught look his blue eyes before I walked away from him, leaving him standing in front of the cinema.

I miss him.

I lost my phone, but you would think he would go looking for me, right? He hasn't. I went home a week ago, and he hasn't come to visit me. That's so unlike him.

The thought of the attack sent goosebumps down my spine. So much so, I grabbed my fuzzy black blanket that sat at the end of my bed to under my chin. I snuggled against my bed's pillows before turning on my tv, ready to watch the boys' concert live on my television.

When I was finally comfortable and warm, I heard a soft knock at my door.

Groaning in pain and utter annoyance, I crawled out of my bed. I drug my feet on the ground before slowly opening my door with an annoyed look on my face.

When I saw Eleanor, Louis' girlfriend standing in front of me, however, my frown went into a smile. Her head was turned, but I could tell by her model-like figure and long, brown, and wavy hair that fell graciously on her body.

She turned to me, her cheasnut eyes glistening with water. Before I could ask any questions, she ran to me, wrapping her thin arms around my body and putting her head in my chest.

Normally I would have reacted harshly, pushing away someone who were to touch me. But, even though I did not know her that well, I knew that she was hurting enough as it was. I also knew that Niall trusted her.

After a few moments of contemplating, I wrapped my arms around her as well, and we stayed there for a while. She cried into my shirt, most likely leaving makeup remains across it.

I leaned my head back, trying to give her a hint. I felt awkwaard in this situation. Partly because I did not really know her, but mostly that I hated physical contact. She reluctantly pulled back as well, but not looking me in the eyes. Instead, stared down at my tan colored carpet that laid beneath our feet.

"Eleanor, what's wrong?"

"It---'s It---'s It's Zayn," she stuttered. Noticing yet another tear slip down her baby doll face. Why would she care so much about Zayn? She is dating Lou. "You know how he has been in the hospital for a while now?" She continued.

"Yeah."

"Well," she paused, obviously gathering up the courage to speak. "He--He is dying of cancer." As soon as her last words slipped out, she made a loud cry and fell to the floor. Quite dramatic if you ask me.

I wish I could have known him better. I wish I knew all of them better. They needed a friend, but I barely knew any of them! How could a stranger properly comfort them in a time like this?

I sat on my floor, next to her and rubbed her back. In response, she pulled herself to me, wrapping me in a death-gripped hug. For a girl that frail, she sure is strong.

Knowing she was in no condition to drive, I drove her to the hospital where the boys were. When I entered the room, I found four boys and two girls by their sides. Perrie was in hysterics lying next to Zayn. Danielle was trying her best to be strong and sophisticated, yet let several tears slip as soon as her best friend, Eleanor walked in the door. As soon as Louis had the nerve to look up, his eyes lit up seeing his girlfriend. Zayn was sleeping. Harry sat there alone, his child-like face showing immense pain.

Speaking of Harry, where was Jenna?

Niall remained staring at the ground until he heard Harry call my name, resulting in a giant hug from the curly haired boy. Niall looked up with tears brimming his blue eyes. He too, wanted to join our hug, but with Harry around me, there wasn't much room for staglers.

I haven't seen Niall in weeks. Is this where he had been all this time? Was he angry with me?

Had anyone told him what happened?

I continued to look into his eyes, unable to look away. Yet, I could not read the story behind them with all the tears there, all the pain that lied there. Was he sad about me? How we left things?

I know I was. He was my everything, yet I stormed away like a selfish brat.

Typical.

As soon as Harry released me, Niall sat there, unable to move; not wanting to move. Instead, we both looked at each other with so much feeling, incappable of looking away. I stood in the middle of the room while Niall sat in the wooden chair that sat against the window.

Our bodies told more of a story then our words ever could.

Not sure whether to stay and be with the hurting people or leave, I remained standing there. When I finally looked away, he continued to search me for more. If he asked me, I would have no idea what to say to him. I don't deserve him. I never would deserve him. He deserves someone who could love him properly. Someone who isn't me.

Realizing that, I walked right out the door of the hospital room.