A Broken Dream (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifteen: Too Excited

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Her eyes popped open a bit when Zayn, Liam, Niall and Louis all started cheering and running around hugging each other. She tensed again and I whispered sweet things into her hair.

"I'm right here... You'll be okay... Everything's okay..." She relaxed a little, not much.

"Yay!!! Leah's going to sing with us!!!" The boys shouted playfully. Leah smiled as her anticipation outweighed her nerves. She was soon stood up and picked up like a rag doll, at which she started flailing wildly and tearing up.

"Hey, Niall, Niall! Put her down." Niall realized what he was doing to her and set Leah back on her feet. Leah wiped away her tears and tried to smile through the pain she was in.

"I-Ill be right back." She jolted to the bathroom and shut the door before I could inquire what was going on.

•Leah's POV

I slid my shirt up enough to catch a glimpse of blood seeping through the band aids on my hips.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath. I pulled a few more band aids from the counter and unstuck the ones on my hips.

"Leah, are you alright?" I heard Harry's rugged tenor voice pounce off the walls. He knocked lightly and I saw the knob of the door start to turn.

"I'm fine Harry, just gi-" My thoughts were cut off when Harry opened the door.

"Leah?" A look of concern washed over Harry's face.

"Oh my god, okay we can fix this." Harry grabbed some tissues and pressed to the open wounds slightly. I cringed away from him, whimpering a little.

"I'm so sorry, love, but we have to clean these up." I was glad he hadn't raised my shirt any higher, he would've seen the scars. I was already risking the bandages on my wrists. But he never asked.

I looked up towards the doorway and saw five figures standing in the hallway. They came a little closer and I could find every detail of shock etched in the wrinkles of their faces.

"Boys i-"

"He did that to you? Jesus, I thought he just left bruises..." Liam's voice overrode my timid one. Harry was still trying to clean my right hip of the inklings of blood.

"Did I make them bleed again?" Niall asked cautiously.

"No! No, I mean, the roughhousing might have made it start bleeding but its fine! It's fine." My cheeks blushed and I let Harry put the bandaid on.

"I-I did that... Oh god what have I done?" Niall covered his face with his hands and started to turn around to leave.

"No!" I ran up and hugged him from behind. All the boys gasped slightly, except Harry. Harry was grinning.

"Niall, you didn't do this. It's not your fault." He turned around in my arms and bent down to hug me completely. His nose nuzzled into my neck and I just clung for dear life.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered into the place my neck and shoulder meet. I could feel tears fall onto my skin.

"It's okay Niall." He stared into my grey-green eyes with those vibrant blue oceans and smiled a little.

"I'm fine ya leprechaun. Now let me go fix this." I tousled his hair and walked back over to where Harry was sitting on his knees.

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After getting new band aids on the open wounds, Lou called me over to the changing mirror.

"I don't believe we've become properly acquainted. I'm Lou, the head stylist." Lou was pretty. Very light hair, very thin and quite a bit taller than me. She looked as though she could be a model. She held out her hand and I took it.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm Leah." We continued with small talk; the weather, what I was going to wear (jeans and a tee by the way), how old I was. It was as if I was talking to my mom, I missed this.

"Well, alright. Ill do little touch ups and make up when we get to the stadium."

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Don't be dirty about that last part smh

But yeah :) still super sorry about the lateness!!!!

I love you! Stay beautiful,

Brittany