Fixing You, 1D Fanfic~

Cry Me A River

I suddenly felt horrible. We had taken Bree's bedroom, and she was left with a shed.

We are monsters.

*Bree's POV*

I walked downstairs, unaware that the boys' were talking about me, back in they're room.

Oh they have a room?!

Well I have a shed.

JEALOUS YET?!

I glazed some roast chicken and put it in the oven to bake.

I started humming the lyrics to that song Kiss You.

'Oh I just wanna take you anywhere that you like. We could go out any day any night, baby I'll take you there, baby I'd take you there yea.' I sung the tune softly as I chopped some potatoes.

I pulled the chicken out of the oven and placed in on the rack to cool.

'Tea is ready!' I yelled up the stairs in my thick British accent.

I walked back to the counter as I heard laughter and pounding footsteps.

'Hey Bree!'

'How's it going?'

'Thanks for the tea!'

'You didn't have to make this!'

'You're so thoughtful.'

Aw, these boys knew how to make a heart smile!<3

'Ahaha thanks guys.' I reply, still cutting the potatoes.

'Wheres the cutlery?' Liam asked politely.

I kicked my leg up and swung the drawer open with my foot. 'Right there.'

As I chop the potatoes, the knife slips and slices through my hand. Shit! THE PAAAAIN..

'Ow!' I scream.

The boys' heads jerk up as blood cascades from my hand to the floor.

'Bree!' Zayn calls out as he rushes to my side. He cradles my hand, trying to stop the blood pouring out.

Niall jumps up and starts rapidly scanning the cupboards, finally opening the right cabinet where the first aid kit was.

It was really hurting now, I couldn't bear to even look at it.

'Bree it'll be okay.' Harry said, coming over to me.

I smiled in response, but I could see Zayn shot him daggers as soon as he said it.

Niall came rushing over, dabbing my hand softly with some disinfectant.

He put a tissue over the top and kissed my hand. Awww!

'Bree, you and Zayn can clean up, we'll finish dinner.' Of course Liam, the responsible one. I looked down at Zayn's hands, they were covered in blood and he had gotten some on his shirt.

Oops.

'But-' I was about to protest to Liam but he shooed us up the flight of stairs.

'Sorry about your shirt..' I said, giving Zayn a glance.

'Ehh, it's an old one.' He replied smiling.

'So is your hand alright?' He asked when we entered the bathroom.

'Yea, doesn't hurt that much,' I lied.

Zayn walked over to the tap, and switched it on.

Suddenly I felt comfortable with him, like I can trust him.

I pulled my sleeves up, just a bit through because then he would be able to see my cuts.

Yes, I know what you're thinking, cuts?! What cuts!?

Well I self harm. Problem? Didn't think so.

Oh well you would too if your life was hell and you got abused and bullied every day of you're life.

I joined him at the basin, so close out arms were almost touching.

Hey! It's a very small basin.

I washed my cut, it was pretty big.

It layered across the palm of my hand almost at the start of my pinky.

'Thats a pretty big cut, you alright?' Zayn asked.

'Yea, I'm fine thanks.' I say.

I give him a reassuring smile.

I rinse my cut and my sleeves Start to fall down and get wet.

I pulled them back up, forgetting about my cuts, I thought I was alone but Zayn was watching me.

'Bree..' Zayn hesitated.

I looked at him in confusion, but his eyes were fixed on... My arms?

My arms...

My cuts...

'Why?!' He said, tears pricking my eyes.

'I... Just um it was ... The um cat?' I said, but it sounded more like a question.

I could tell he didn't believe me.

'Bree... Please tell me?' Zayn said coming towards me, his hand out for me to take.

But I couldn't trust anyone here.

They're rich and famous. Why would they care about me?

I backed out of the room, bolted down the stairs so fast and ran out the door, the boys' didn't even get a chance to say anything.