Bella ran. Ran as far away as she could from her past and well, from her foster parents. It would be her last wish to spend the night in an abandoned bungalow.
The bungalow didn't seem that abandoned from inside ,it was well furnished, electricity...
As Bella opened her eyes, she was pretty sure of not letting them know that she was a fan. She gained consciousness way before but decided upon not opening her eyes as she pondered over how this was their hiding spot and she should not break their solidarity.
Bella opened her eyes pretending that she did not know who they were.
"Are you fine? " Harry asked out of concern being the mom he is and no matter how much Bella wanted to cry out of happiness. She gathered herself and said, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm so sorry. I needed a place to crash for the night, " she rambled as she picked up her only bag that she prepared in a haste.
"I'll leave. I'm so sorry. Thank you for the uninvited stay, " she got up from the couch and left the music room and the five boys followed her like lost puppies not understanding what exactly happened.
Just as Bella was about to step out of the door, Niall called her, "Why are you pretending like you don't know us? " His question seeped through her mind trying to find a legitimate answer but before she could Louis spoke.
"Before you fainted, you yourself said "not one direction dream again ", which means you not only know us but also you're a fan. " As Louis completed his clarification, Bella's hand flew to her forehead in frustration.
"Why can't you keep your mouth shut? " She whisper yelled to herself as she turned around.
"Quiet everyone, look at her. She is wounded. We need to help her before, we put allegations of how she is pretending not to be a fan. Isn't it obvious! She was trying to give us some own space because we don't get some, "Harry scolded as everyone as he moved forward and grabbed Bella's bag from her shoulder, also guided her by her back to the couch in the living room.
Bella was too stunned to speak even a word. She just followed Harry, like that was even a question. Harry made her sit on the couch and asked Liam to bring the first aid box. They couldn't call a doctor which was obvious to Bella as this was their hiding place.
Liam came back to the living room with first aid box in an instant. Just as Harry touched Bella's wrist, she shifted. It wasn't due to the wounds or something. It was just due to the marks that were spattered across her body. The marks that were given by her own people. The marks that reminded her everyday how ugly she was.
If only she knew, as she sat on the sofa, with ruffled hair, a little swollen face, puffed eyes, cut on her neck and collarbone, the tee that hung on her body like a curtain, those teeny tiny fingers that were wrapped in the long sleeves of the tee and yet she seemed so beautiful, serene, pure, brave to all of them.
"Trust me, "Harry said and brought out his hand. "I would always trust you, " Bella replied and kept her palm in Harry's, within a split second.
Harry shifted her sleeve slowly upwards but it astonished everyone how Bella didn't even whimper. But as the sleeve shifted with marks also came tattoos. Tattoos lingered on her skin but not simple or any tattoos. Tattoos that resembled One Direction in one way or another.
On her left arm scribbled was the One Direction's formation date, 23rd July 2010 underneath which was Harry's ship and Louis' compass together resembling her inner Larry. Her wrist had both the anchor and infinite rope together with a little dagger and rose. Her index and the middle finger had the same tattoo of 28 as Louis.
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As Harry cleaned the cuts and wounds of her left arm, trying not to cry at the sight of scars on her hand Liam dipped another ball of cotton in antiseptic and lifted her other sleeve.
Liam came to witness his arrows on her index finger. The "love" tattoo of Zayn's was inked the second way on the back of her palm. Harry reached for the wound on her collarbone, he saw a certain time scribbled beneath, left side on her chest, which was only visible when Harry had to pull her tee. The timing was 2:29. Two minutes and twenty nine seconds. It was scribbled right where a heart beats but neither Harry nor Liam dared to ask the question in the deafening silence of the room.
Though Niall couldn't keep the curiosity to himself. He saw all her tattoos resembling Larry, Liam and Zayn but there was not one for him or something related to him wasn't inked on her body but something was right on her heart and that might've felt like someone had twisted his insides.
So he dared and asked, "Two minutes and twenty nine seconds. Is that right? " Bella just nodded in agreement.
"What does that mean? " As the question slipped Niall's mouth all the other boys glared at him which Niall shrugged because he was already hurt.
He had always felt that nobody liked him during the days of one direction and even after hiatus, he felt nobody ever recognised him with his original brunette hair. This, meeting a fan, such beauty and there wasn't a scratch on her body for him, unknowingly gave him gut wrenching pain and right now something very important and private was placed right above her heart. Beating in sync with her heart. Someone she loved and kept close to her heart.
Before Niall could over think more Bella spoke, "2:29, she's not afraid. Your laugh. You laugh exactly at two minutes and twenty nine seconds in the song. " And the tear Niall was holding back now fell from his beautiful blue eyes.
