Unforgettable Scars (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 13

Desirees P.O.V

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was. I knew I had to be at Niall's because I'm almost positive I fell asleep on him last night, but I was definitely not in in his room. Eventually, I decided to get up.

I walked down the hall and peeked into his room. Nope, not in there, I found him standing in the kitchen, eating left over pizza from last night. 

"Pizza for breakfast?" He turned around, suprised to hear my voice and half smiled, holding pizza to his mouth, 

"Well, goodmorning." He sat the pizza down and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his head into my neck. After a few moments, he brought his eyes to mine. 

"What do you say we go on a picnic around lunch time?" He suggested. 

"That sounds amazing." I replied. He lightly pressed his lips to my forhead then unwrapped his arms around me and went back to his pizza. I went for a healthier route and grabbed a banana off the counter. 

We spent the morning watching tv and snuggled tight in each others arms. Around noon, Niall drove me to my house and talked to Paul about the tour coming up while I freshened up.

"Are you ready Ni?" I asked as I neared the bottom of the stairs. I had put on a simple floral summer dress, denim jacket, silver sandals, and braided my hair.

"Yeah. I'll go start the car." He replied, walking out the door,

"I'll be home right after we get done." I told Paul and went to meet Niall outside. 

When we got to the park, we grabbed a quilt and picnic basket out of the trunk of the car and strode hand in hand until we had found the perfect spot - under a shady tree, across from the playground. Niall layed out the blanket and sat out the food. "This is so cute Ni. Thank you." I said, picking up a grape and throwing it up in the air and catching it in my mouth. 

"Very impressive. But can you catch it if I through it to you?" He said with a smirk. 

"Let's see." I laughed. He threw a grape towards my mouth, and sure enough I caught it. 

"Alright, that's cute." Niall said, leaning over, placing a kiss on my check. I shifted myself so I was almost laying down with my arms propping me up and for a while we sat in silence, listening to the sound of brids tweeting and children playing, enjoying each others company.

Nialls P.O.V

That's when I decided to ask the question that's been on my mind for the past 8 hours. "So..last night, you fell asleep on me and after I had layed you in bed....I uhm - well.. your shirt lifted up a little... and I," The last part came in a rush. "I know it's none of my buisness but where did that scar come from Des? It looked horrid!" 

As soon as I mentioned the scar, Desiree's eyes went blank and she grabbed her stomach, the exact spot I saw the scar last night. Oh God. No. I should'nt have mentioned, I should have just left it alone and we would be perfectly fine. Now, I've risked everything. Great. Way to go Niall. 

"Don't tell me if you don't want to. I was just curious and want you to be safe." She didn't speak for a few moments. But when she did, I knew it hurt. 

"The reason I don't like to talk about my past is because it hurts to much. And I've only just recently escaped it." She sat there, looking at the ground, pain evident in her eyes. She begins speaking, almost inaudibly. 

"My dad...he use to physically and mentally abuse me and was cheating on my mom. It went on for 3 years. My mom knew he would do it to me, but when she found he had cheated, she made him leave." She's fumbling with her hands now, still never making eye contact with me. "We were fine for a few years. 'Fine' being us pretty much ignoring each other, until she found another man. Michael. God, I hate them both so much. He abused me too. Again, it was evident to my mother what was going on, yet she had no desire to stop it. Well, one day, Michael took it to far and I ended up in the hospital, nearly dead." She looks up for a split second, a slight painful smile plastered on her face.

"I woke up in the hospital bed, my mother right beside me. She said "'Oh my goodness, I'm so glad you're okay. I was scared to death."' No, She didn't care about me. She never has." It's obvious she's holding back tears. But so am I. "She had packed my bags and bought me plane tickets to Europe. To my dad. I was so scared to see him again. Scared of him. Scared he would do the same thing he did to me 10 years ago. But then I got here, and I met you, and the other boys, and Gemma. You all welcomed me in so warmly and so did Paul. So naturally I didn't open up. I couldn't. And I don't know how but you changed that. It felt so natural telling you that.........So, thank you." She finally looks up, a tear rolling down her cheek. 

I crawl to her and embrace her in a hug. "No thank you," I whisper in her ear. "For opening up to me. And trusting me with everything."