I got hit by One Direction

Chapter 10

~Presley~

I feel myself getting shaken slightly. "Are you awake yet?" I hear Harry ask. I'm moved around some more until I open my eyes. Harry is right above my face and shouts, "Yay you're awake!" then gives his big goofy smile.

I lean up to him and peck his lips before rolling out of bed. I look down and see myself dressed in some one direction pj's.

"Harry?"

"Yeah babe?" He responds. My heart flutters at the nickname.

"How did I get in pj's?"

"I swear I didn't look! I had my eyes closed the entire time! But you looked so uncomfortable after you passed out and I just wanted you to sleep well!" He says blushing like a tomato. I giggle slightly.

"But um, when I um, was putting on y-your p-pants I um, f-felt your..... c-c-cuts." He whispers the last part. He looks at me with tears in his eyes and before I know it I'm a balling mess on the floor.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry!" I say in between my cries. I feel his strong arms wrap around me.

"Shh, you have nothing to be sorry for. Just promise me you will never do it again?" He then hold out his pinkie like a child. I smile a little before wrapping my small pinkie around his long one.

"Let's go get some breakfast!" He picks me up and carries me bridal style all the way to the kitchen. When we get there everyone is already sitting down eating breakfast. Including Niall.

I jump out of Harry's arms and stand behind him a little bit. "Good morning!" Louis shouts loudly.

"Morning" I say quietly looking at the ground.

"Presley can we talk?" Niall asks after a few moments of awkward silence.

Before I can respond Harry wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close. "Absolutely not! Why would she want to talk to you?" Harry says harshly.

He completely ignores Harry and asks again, "Please Presley?" I step out from behind Harry and walk into the living room Niall behind me. I let him sit down first then choose the farthest seat from him.

"Presley, I am so sorry for the way I've treated you. From the cereal to the date. I've just yelled at you and taken my anger out on you. I'm sorry but I have to tell you this. Presley, I have feelings for you!" My mouth hangs open. He tries to scoot closer but I get off the couch quickly. I shake my head not wanting to believe this.

He can't like me! He hates me! I hate him! He has made me terrified of him! "No, you can't, I hate you!" I run back into the kitchen and into the arms of Harry.

He gets up and walks me over to Liam for comfort. I watch as Harry walks to the living room where Niall is.

"Hey Pres, let's go somewhere today! Just me, you, Louis, and Liam! To get your mind off things?" Zayn asks sweetly. I nod my head and walk upstairs to my room.

~Niall~

She hates me.

She hates me.

No matter how many times I repeat that in my head it will never hurt less.

She hates me because I scare her. Because I can't control myself around her. Because I can't control my temper. Because I remind her of her father.

But those aren't good reasons to hate me! She's scared of me cause I yelled at her TWICE?! It's not my fucking fault that she had a fucked up life. It's not my fault that she is so scarred that anything can trigger a stupid panic attack. It's not my fucking fault that I REMIND HER OF HER FUCKING DAD!