NIALL'S POV
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After dinner ended, I headed up to my bedroom. Greg had joined us for dinner and everyone kept asking me about what had happened. I didn't say anything. My mum's voice rang clear throughout the house, asking Greg if I had told him anything. Sighing, I peeled off my dirty clothes and put on my pajamas. I turned on my T.V. and started watching Full House. My face was sore, but I didn't dare look in the mirror. I knew if I did I would break down. My mind replayed the entire day's events. Harry and Liam at lunch, Kris and I during class, the fight, and Kris jumping between Harry fist and my face. Why would she do that?
"Niall, I'm going to bed." My thoughts were interrupted by my mums voice. She walked over to my bed and sat down gently by my face. Sighing, she leaned down and kissed my forehead like I was a five year old again. "Goodnight baby." After she left, I turned towards my left, wincing as pain shot through my body. The last thing I remember was Michelle's voice coming from my T.V.
I hope he buys you flowers. I hope he holds your hand. Gives you all his hours, when he has the chance.
When I Was Your Man played throughout my room, signaling for me to wake up. I turned over and flipped my alarm off. Laying my head back down, I debated whether to go to school or not. Making up my mind I got out of bed and walked into my bathroom. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror and gasped. My mouth was swollen and my nose was slightly twisted at the wrong angle. Both of my blue eyes had deep purple bruises underneath them.
Sucking in a deep breath, I turned away from my reflection and walked to my closet. I chose something I would regularly wear. A long black sleeved shirt with some grey sweat pants. My blond hair stuck up in different directions but I just ran my long fingers through it. I slipped on my Bring Me The Horizon, Pierce The Veil, Of Mice & Men, and Sleeping With Sirens bracelets and put seven beaded ones that I had made when I was in the mental hospital. Looking back in the mirror, I wondered how I wound cover up the bruises.
"Mum!" I stuck my head out into the hallway and shouted for her. "Can i borrow your foundation?" Girly, I know, but I needed these covered up. A black bag soared up the stair way and hit the wall. "Thank you!" I grabbed the bag and ran into the bathroom, pulling the door shut with me.
Dabbing some concealer on a pad, I brought it up to my face and touched the bruise slightly. I winced as the cold liquid came in contact with the purple skin around both of my eyes. Once the bruises were covered up I worked on the cuts. Don't need Kris seeing those.
"Niall James!" my mum knocked on the bathroom door. "If you don't hurry up then I'm giving Rumbler your breakfast." I gasped and flung the door open.
"Mum! Why would you say such a thing?" Rumbler was my pit-bull. My mum's laugh echoed clearly throughout the hallways. I turned back to the counter and put the concealer back in the bag.
After breakfast, I headed to school. I lived about a five minutes walk from St. Mary's but it felt like an eternity. I heard a horn honk and felt something hard hit my back. As I fell to the ground, I heard a car slow down, wetness from whatever had hit my back seeping through the back of my shirt.
"Niall?!" I turned my head around and saw Kris standing there with a girl a couple years older than her, their mouth open. I spit out some grass and pushed myself up with shaky arms. I smiled slightly, noticing the white car behind them. "Niall, do you want us to drive you to the school?" Her loose, white sweater blew in the cold September air. When I didn't say anything she grabbed my frozen hand and pulled me towards her car.
"C'mon Leslie." She opened the back door and gestured for me to get inside. I was hesitant, but eventually I climbed in. Kris slammed the back door shut and climbed in the front seat. Something moved to my right and I looked over, shocked at what I saw. Zayn Malik was sitting across from me. Shit.
LESLIE'S POV
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I looked in the rearview mirror at the Niall boy. He looked scared out of his mind. I didn't know what to do, so I turned up the music. P!nk's Raise Your Class blared through the speakers of my white Ford. I looked over at Kris, whose hands were white from clenching her knees to tight which she does when she's nervous. That happened last night when I introduced Zayn to her.
Flashback
"Um Les?" I heard Kris's voice shake slightly as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. Biting my lower lip, I motioned for Zayn to come a long thinking it was a bug or something.
"Alone, please." Zayn sat down on the loveseat as I walked over to Kris. She grabbed my arm and yanked me up the stairs, pushed me into her room, and closed the door quietly. "What is he doing here?" She hissed through her teeth, squinting her green eyes at me.
"Who? Zayn? How do you know him and what the fuck happened to your face?!" I reached out and touched her busted lip, making her wince slightly.
"He goes to my school and something happened between a girl and me. Don't worry about it." She sighed and sat down, gripping her knees tightly. "Just please be careful around Zayn. Please, Les?" I sighed and nodded my head.
End of Flashback
We pulled into the school parking lot just as the song ended and not once did Niall speak or Kris unclench her fingers from around her knees.
"Bye Leslie." Kris called out as she got out of the car. She looked over at Zayn and squinted what she could of her eyes. "Zayn." she nodded her head as a somewhat friendly gesture. "C'mon Niall." Kris opened Niall's door and helped him out, his hands were shaking badly. Pulling Niall along, Kris walked towards Building C, leaving me alone with Zayn in the car.
"Erm, Leslie?" Zayn sat forward a little bit as I turned my torso to face the back of my car.
"Yeah Zayn?"
"I know how your sister got the black eye, broken nose, and busted lip." his honey brown eyes darted to look at mine and then back at the car floor.
"Well, I'm listening." my voice was shaking badly. I didn't know if I wanted to hear this.
Zayn took a deep breath and looked me strait in the face. "It was my fault. I gave them to her." So I didn't want to know.
Sorry it's late! I have been grounded. I know this chapter is short, I haven't had time to make it as long as I would like. Please tell me what you think so far.
Kayleigh Xx
