Fixing You, 1D Fanfic~

Scars

( in this chapter I'm switching the POV's around a bit, so make sure you know whose it is!

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*Zayn's POV*

Bree ran out of the bathroom, blood still dripping from her hand.

I chased after her, dodging barriers.

She darted out the door, leaving me standing there like a fool.

'What happened?' Harry asked, his eyes darting from me to the sliding door.

'Bree ran out after I saw her cuts.' I gasped.

'Cuts?' The boys' said in unison.

'Guys, she self harms.' I said, lowering my voice.

They're eyes widened like I was some sort of alien.

Which is alright, cause I'm outa you're world.

HAH.

No?

Only me? Okay..

'Why?' Niall asked, face full of confusion.

STUPID LEPRECHAUN.

He'll never learn..

'I don't know! She's a beautiful girl, she has so much to live for.' I said, running a hand through my hair.

My hair.

NO MY PRECIOUS IT WAS SO PERFECT!

Dammit.

*Harry's POV*

Maybe I should go after Bree and " comfort " her..

*Niall's POV*

I'm hungry. Where did Liam put the chicken?

*Louis' POV*

What is up with all the POV switching.. Seriously.

*Liam's POV*

THERE IS A SPOON ON THE TABLE.

REALLY?! A SPOON?! BLOODY HELL.

*Zayn's POV*

'Lads we should see if Bree's okay.' Liam said, of course being the responsible one.

'Yea.'

'Good idea.'

'Lets go.'

'I hope she's alright.'

We piled outside, and I walked up to the run down shed. I pressed my ear up to the door, and heard a faint voice, it was Bree.

"Mum. Dad. I know you aren't here with me right now, but you're in my heart. You shouldn't have died in that accident. It should have been me! You didn't deserve to die. Everyone loved you, you both had so much to live for. But just let yourselves know that I miss you so so much, and I'll see you up there some day."

To know what this poor girl has been through, she has no one in her life to look up to or talk to.

All of a sudden, my heart let out a pang of want, I wanted Bree to be mine.

No no no Zayn. You have Perrie, Perrie is amazing and you love her more.

I was arguing with myself, half of me wanted Perrie, the other half NEEDED Bree.

I heard soft sobbing and the tune of a guitar.

She started singing, her voice was beautiful.

(A-N I'm taking lyrics and mixing them around from random songs)

'Someone told me years ago I should take caution when it comes to love, I did. They told me to spread my wings and let them fly, I'll meet my destiny one day. One day. I want you to kno-ow that one day, one day I'll meet someone who will loooove me. Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible.'

I didn't want to interrupt her, I let her sing.

But it was when I heard the music stop and shuffling.

It was then silence, so I knocked lightly on the door.

'Go away'

'Please, open the door!'

'No, I'll be out soon. I ... Need to do something.'

'Bree, open the door. Please!'

'Shit! That one is deep..' I heard he whisper, but I still heard her.

Wait what does she mean "deep?"

Cutting!

'Bree please don't cut! Your better than that!' I said, about to knock down the door.

'I'll be fine. Just please. Leave.' Her voice cracked, like she had been crying.

To my surprise someone shoved me out from the door, and a swish of black hair blocked me.

'You don't need to waste your time talking to her. She's just a bloody wimp.' Joanie said, her hands on her hips.

How could one person possibly be so mean?!

'BREE! Get you're ass out here right now, the boys need you're assistance.' She ordered.

'Actually we-' I started.

'She'll be out in a sec.' Joanie said.

*Bree's POV*

I hid my razor blades underneath my mattress, (known as my bed..) and pulled over a baggy sweater.

I cautiously opened the door, and right there on the step was an angry looking Joanie.

I took a breath, hoping she wouldn't slap me in front of the boys.

'Fucking hell Bree, you little wuss! When the boys need you, you go running off like a bloody child!' She said, anger riding her voice.

Sooner than snap, her hand came colliding with my cheek, and again on the other side.

'Oh!' I cried, cradling my cheek.

'HEY!' Zayn protested, coming to my side.

'There was no need for that!' Liam said, raising his voice.

That's when all the boys' were firing protests at Joanie, and staying at my side.

I just stood there, holding my cheek, I bet there was a mark.

'Don't be silly! We do that all the time, it was just a friendly slap.. Right Bree!?' Joanie croaked, plastering a fake smile on her lips.

I nodded my head warily, still hiding, trying to avoid eye contact.

'It sure didn't look bloody friendly!' Niall gasped, he was nice.

Wait, were the boys... Caring for me?!