Taken // One Direction [Completed]

Chapter Eleven: Not yet

Tay.

I jolted up quickly and fell out of bed landing on my broken arm, causing me to moan in pain. Upon finally waking up, I checked the date on my phone; September 13th.

I smiled, remembering it was Niall's birthday. We're going out to dinner with his family.

I searched threw my closet for the present I got him. He broke his iPhone so I got him a new iPhone 5s. Well, Harry payed for it but it's from me.

I ran downstairs, smiling to myself when I saw they were all in the kitchen. Niall had a huge smile on his face. He always did but today it seemed more... happy.

I ran up and hugged him from behind before shouting in his ear without hesitation, "Happy birthday Niall!"

He turned around and hugged me, a grin taking over his features. "Thanks Tay!"

"Here you go." I handed him the small box wrapped in paper.

"You didn't have to get me anything!" 

"Well I did. Open it." We both sat at the table as he teared the lovely wrapping paper. 

He smiled so big that he looked like his face would rip when he saw it. He hugged me tightly. "Thanks Tay. Just what I needed!"

"Anything for you, my leprechaun!" I squeezed his cheeks.

After breakfast, I went upstairs to have a shower. Because my arm was sore it was almost impossible to wash my hair. I groaned loudly from the immense pain.

"You need any help?" Harry asked from outside my door.

"Yeah, can you wash my hair?"

I could hear him chuckle and he walked in. I handed him the shampoo and conditioner and turned around. Let me just say that Harry has the hands of and angel.

When I got out, he did my hair all pretty for the dinner. Well, just curly but it was nice.

Once I was wrapped up in a towel, I turned around and leaned my head on his shoulder. "Thank you."

"Anything. Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, sure." He sat me down on the bed, seriousness taking over him.

"I could hear you crying last night. I tried to wake you but... you wouldn't. Why were you crying?" I had to tell him; I knew he wasn't going to let it go.

"I um... I was dreaming. Actually, it was more of a nightmare. It was about a time I got beat up after school. But I'm good, see!" Hiding my fake pain, I sent him the biggest smile I could, cringing by how fake I was being.

He sighed and wrapped his arms around me. "You're too optimistic, you know." He kissed my head, clearly not worried about me anymore. "Time to get dressed." With that, he smiled at me and left.

I wore a white tank top with a black bow on it, some sparkly shorts and sandals, the bracelet Kayden got me and my purse. It would have looked nicer if I didn't have this scar and my bright green cast. 

My purse was empty so I got my phone and ear plugs, just in case. My wallet, too, and some extra lip gloss.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed at the big, noticeable scar going across my face. I couldn't wear makeup on it in fear of it getting so easily infected, so I put on a pair of sunglasses that covered it, which was stupid because we were eating inside and it's already dark.

I put my ear plugs in and listened to some music, A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope came on. Content with the song playing, I went down stairs and sat on the couch, waiting for the boys.