Plot Twist ((Niam))

Chapter 4

I woke up to four pair of eyes staring at me. I blinked a couple of times and looked around. Apparently I fell asleep on the sofa even though I have a king-sized bed in my room.

"Morning Nialler" Harry sang softly.

"Morning" I groaned while trying to sit up. "How did you all get here?'

Zayn chuckled. "Niall, you should learn to lock your room. What if some fangirl, robber or killer walks in here?" 

"Sorry" I blushed while I tried to fix my hair. I looked at all of them who were still staring at me like some endangered specie.

"Do we have....plans or something for today?" I asked uncomfortably. I'm still not used to people staring at me with so much intrigue and curiosity instead of the usual sneers and disgusted faces.

"Well, our tour has been on hold for a week or at least until when you've properly recovered" Liam smiled, "so thanks to you, we actually have free time which we rarely get nowadays"

"Hooray for Niall!" Louis cheered and everybody followed. 

"So what are we gonna do today?" I asked again.

"We could show you around London. Again" Liam laughed as he said the last word. "If it's okay with you"

"yeah, that would be lovely" Niall smiled, "but will you guys let me take a shower first? I haven't changed my clothes since the hospital"

"Want me to come with you in the shower?" Harry winked and I blushed.

"N-no thanks" I stuttered, standing up and avoiding everyone's eyes before walking in my room. I was about to shut the door when I shouted, "make yourselves at home!" and then I shut it immediately.

As soon as I locked the door, I sighed in relief and embarrassment. How the hell did I survive these boys for almost 3 years without blushing or stuttering? Maybe I did but I honestly have no idea what happened the past few years.

Each and every one of them was special and attractive in their own ways. Meanwhile I'm nothing but a blond boy who got into a car accident.

I stripped out of my clothes and opened the shower. I waited for the water to heat up and stared at my pale body on the full-body mirror beside the bathtub.

I was as pale as I remembered but I've definitely been working out this past few days, months or years. I’ve lost the baby fats that I've been sporting in High School and for some magical reason, my arms are thinner and my muscles are more defined. I wasn't as buff as Harry or Liam but I have to admit I'm pretty proud of myself.

I traced the tip of my fingers over my numerous scars. What had happened to me that made me do this to myself? Was it because of the pressure? Or did people hate me as much as they hated me back in High School?

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt hot water hit my feet. When I meant hot, I didn't mean the normal lukewarm water. I meant hot as in flaming claws of Satan.

I yelped and slipped on the water, causing me to fall down on it as well, burning the side of my nude body.

I quickly stood up and cautiously made my way towards the shower head while trying to avoid the flames disguised as water. 

When the water was finally on the right temperature, I stepped into the shower and allowed the water to wash away all the questions that was running through my head.

"You okay? We heard you shouting but then we couldn't get in your room because it was locked" was the first question Liam asked as soon as he sensed my presence.