Stranded

Chapter 8

"I've got to go. My mum wants me to take my sister to the kiddy pool. I'll see you guys tonight!" Olivia calls as she quickly makes her way back to her room.

"Well, do you want to watch a movie in my room? My parents are meeting with some people who will probably be dressed in monkey suits and dresses to show off cleavage." I say and we laugh. Niall agrees and I take his hand as I lead him to my room.

Once there, I take out the key.

"Wait! I wanna do it." Niall says just as I'm about to swipe the key.

"But I want to do it." I say.

"Lil, you can do it anytime you want. Pleaaaase?" he whines.

"Okay, you swipe it, and then we'll close the door and then I'll swipe it and we'll go inside. Deal?"

"Deal."

I stand and watch as Niall swipes the card and the door swings open. We let it close and then he hands the card to me.

"You're such a kid." I tease as I swiftly swipe the card and we step inside. Niall, of course, goes straight to the mini fridge to see if there's anything in there. All he finds is a Pepsi.

"Hey! That's my Pepsi." I protest.

"We'll share it." he says as he pops it open and takes a big swig. I take it from him and take a couple sips.

"C'mon Lilli, that's not fair." he whines and I laugh. I hand him the rest of the soda, which only has a litle left anyway.

"C'mon. My room's this way." I say.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Niall asks.

"Titanic. It should be here somewhere." I say as I'm rummaging through my massive stack of DVD's. Niall's laid down comfortably on my queen sized bed, spaced out.

Once I find the DVD, I put it into the player, turn the TV on, and then go lay down beside Niall.

"Niall? Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. Just spaced out, I guess." he says but I can tell he's lying.

"Niall James Horan. I know you're lying. Please, just tell me what's wrong." I ask softly. He looks at me with sad eyes.

"Okay but, please, don't freak out." he says and I nod. He takes a deep breath and then starts taking off his shirt.

"Niall what the hell are you-? Oh my God! Niall who the hell did this to you?" I ask. There's bruises and scrapes all over his chisled torso.

"Take a wild guess." he says.

"If Harry did this to you I swear to God-"

"Lilli, it's alright. I'm okay." he says.

"Niall don't give me that bullshit. This...this is not okay." I say. I lightly finger over all of the painful-looking purple and black bruises. He takes a sharp intake of breath as I finger over a particularly painful looking one.

"I got in some good punches too. We're both in pretty bad shape." he tries to joke. I still can't belive what a dick Harry is. Even after he told me what he told me yesterday.

"I don't care about Harry. I care about you. I'm gonna go get the first aid kit." I say and then get up. I go into my bathroom and quickly find it, returning back to Niall.

"Okay, now lie back down." I instruct. He does and I strattle his lap. "Don't get any ideas." I tease him and he laughs.

I clean the wounds one by one, but there's not much I can do for the bruises. After I'm done, my eyes wander all over his chest.