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Chapter 17: F*** You Soup.

Liam’s POV:

I don’t think I have ever felt so terrible.

I can’t believe Bree cut because of me. I don’t understand why. But I hope she tells me.

Me and the boys have been awkwardly sitting in her living room for a good 15 minutes. None of us have said anything.

You could hear Bree bawling her eyes out down stairs with Zayn.

I let a single tear roll down my cheek. I can’t believe that I caused this. I felt a body sit down next to me on the couch, but I kept my gaze on the plant I’ve been staring at for the past 17 minutes. “Z-Zayn,” I heard a Irish accent say next to me. I looked to my right to see a sobbing Niall. I immediately pulled him into a hug. I kills me to see my friends like this. I heard some footsteps and a door open, and close. I let go of Niall, and looked around to see what was going on. My mouth dropped at what I saw.

Zayn was standing in the middle of the room with a arm wrapped around Bree protectively. Bree pushed his arm off and made her way over to me.

Once she got her she didn't even look at me, she was looking at Niall. She sat on the couch next to him and gave him a hug. Niall hugged her back, almost as if they were depending on each other. Bree whispered something in his ear and he nodded his head. She took her hands off from around Nialls waist, and he reluctantly did the same. She stood up and walked back over to Zayn. “Bree wants me to tell you guys what she told me, so when you're ready please come down stairs” Zayn said then took Bree’s hand and walked down stairs. I shared some glances with the boys before standing up and making my way to Bree’s room. I could hear the boys footsteps behind me.

When I got down stairs Bree and Zayn were cuddling on her bed. Awwww. They would be so so so cute! I thought. Wow there Liam, not the time to be all weird.

We all sat on the edge of Bree’s bed and I waited for someone to speak. After around 30 seconds Bree whispered something into Zayns ear. He nodded then took Bree out of his lap and put her next to him. Then he cleared his throat, and straightened his back. He looked at all of us before he spoke. “Listen guys,” He started. “I’m going to tell you guys what Bree toll me. She is in a fragile state so she does not want to tell it herself,” He said. Then Bree giggled. Actually she started to laugh so hard she almost fell of the bed. Once she calmed down a little she took a couple of deep breaths the spoke. “She is in a fragile state so she does not want to tell it herself,” She said in what was supposed to sound like Zayn's voice, but she sounded like a constipated old man. We all sat there shocked at what had just. She just looked at our faces then started to laugh. This time actually falling of the bed. Then Niall joined in.

So in no time everyone was rolling on the ground laughing. Well only Niall, and Bree. Me , and Lou were laughing, while holding our stomachs. Zayn was just pouting.

Bree and Niall sobered up and climbed back on the bed still snickering.

“Bree I’m telling them now,” Zayn said sternly. She looked at him then nodded.

“Well Imma go get some soup,” She said getting up off the bed and going up stairs.

“No fair!” Niall yelled. “I want soup,” He said pouting.

“What the hell was that?” I asked. I don't get how Bree would be bawling her eyes out, then all happy the next second. I mean she must be on her period or somthing. Cause’ thats just sketchy.

“She’s just feeling better, I think I broke her out of her shell,” He said bluntly. I mumbled out a whatever. Bree is definitely weird. But hey, what's wrong with being weird?

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Bree’s POV:

What the hell is wrong with me? The boys must think I’m some kind of crazy. First I was all sad, and depressing, And now I’m myself, fun, happy, and outgoing. 

Right now I’m up stairs making some soup.

Hehe, I like soup.

When I first met the boys, I put myself in a shell. I didn't want them to see the real me. I was afraid that they would judge me. Like everyone did when I first moved here. But now, I see that they're different. I’m done being that girl that hides her real self.

At school I usually do the same thing, but when I’m around the guys (My guys) I be myself.

Zayn talked to me about being myself, and how when I don’t act like myself I’m basically being fake.

Bing!

I heard the microwave sound. I let out a sigh and pushed my self of the island in the middle of my giant kitchen. I yanked open the microwave and pulled out my soup. “Ahhh!” I screamed. The bowl was alta, mega, super hot! I dropped the bowl on the ground with caused the soup to spill soup all over my feet. I let out a pained whimper , and dropped to ground holding my feet in agony.

Why me? I thought.

I felt a couple of stray tears slide down my face. I heard a bunch of footsteps enter the room. “Bree? Where are you?” Zayn said. I let out a grunt to single where I was. Before you could say pickle, Zayn was by my side asking if I was ok. “I spilled boiling soup on my feet, and the bowl burned my hands,” I said. I heard a couple of laughs then what sounded like someone being slapped on the head.

Niall...

“Shut the fuck up Niall. Or I will throw soup on you,” I said.

Silence.

That got him to shut up. Muahahahahaha.

“You okay, babe?” Zayn asked. Did he just call me babe? Whatever. I will deal with him later.

“Yup, but Imma go take a shower,” I said standing and walking away from them. The boys were all staring at me. Creepers. Just before I walked out of the kitchen I turned around and made a duck face, with a peace sign. “Peace out!” I yelled in a high pitched voice.

After I got downstairs I went straight to the bathroom.

I stripped off my clothes and then hopped in the shower, pulling the glass door closed behind me. The first thing I noticed is that all ,my razors are gone. 

Oh, my god. I thought.

I was reaching for the knob that turned the shower on when I saw I still had the skin colored bandage on. I sighed and carefully started to unravel the bandage.

Once it was off I opened the glass door and threw it out of the shower. I scanned over the cuts, and shuttered at the memories that led up to them. With another sigh I turned the water on, and let the warm water wash over my body.