Nothing has been said since we hit the deer. Since my break down. Since I confessed to nearly killing myself four times. Not a singal word has been uttered, mumbled or whispered.
A tense silence fills the air, almost as if we are waiting to say something but, we can't find the right words. A questions burns my tongue, eager to be asked. A confession also burns my tongue, eager to be spoken.
I can't handle this silence. I can't handle this.. pressure to hold in my filthy secret. Is now the time to confess? To confess to accidentally stabbing Harry. Is now the right time?
"How's Harry?" I ask nervously.
"In lots of pain. Stephen is with him back at the hotel." Liam says.
"That's good I guess." I say, not sure on what words to speak. What questions to ask.
"I'm tired." I blurt out. Niall looks at me concerned. Louis looks like he can't give two shits worth. And Zayn, Zayn just looks bored.. tired. Liam, he's deep in his thoughts I think.
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Well walking from the car to the elevator was... intense. Screaming fans everywhere. Jealous bitches. Desperate fans. Bored fans?? Exhausted fans?? Eh don't care to be honest.
A burly man- and by burly I mean muscular and mother fucking scary- shoves me rather rudely into the large elevator. You know the horrible music that most elevators play, well Linkin Park is blasting through the speakers. So in one way I'm happy. The all to familiar 'ding' rings in my ears. The doors glide open gracefully and smoothly.
"What room?" I ask curious.
"99." Louis says simply. Nodding my head, my duffel bag feels heavy on my shoulder. Scrunching up my face in disgust as Louis whispers a penis joke to Zayn. Why that boy is so random, I don't know.
The gold plated double nine, glints slightly in the fluorescent light. Pulling out a key card, the burly man swipes it across a pad and the hotel door unlocks with a 'click'.
As the door opens slowly, a bundle of covers takes up a whole black leather couch. I wouldn't be caught dead in here. Or even near a place like this. It's not my 'style'. Wait why is the bundle of covers moving!?
"It's alright Jordan. It's just Harry." Liam says, trying not to laugh. Did I just speak out loud?
'Yeah you did Jordan." Louis confirms. Mentally face palming, Harry's head comes out from underneath the blankets. A small smile hasn't reached his eyes. Poor bubba. I feels so bad. So guilty.
"What's she doing here!?" A raspy voice says suddenly. Looking up from my shoes, Harry's green eyes look black. Black as the night sky. Staring daggers at me, he asks his question again. "What's she doing here!?" This time a finger points at me. Harry hasn't told them what actually happened!!?? "Why is she here!!??" Harry asks for the third time. His voice keeps sending shivers down my back. Not in lust though. In fear.
"Harry calm down. We found her walking around in Norwich." Niall says quietly and calmly. Am I about to break this calmness. Break every relationship between me and the boys. Wait what the fuck am I thinking??
There is no relationship between us at all.
Should I tell them? Should I break the news; I stabbed Harry Styles?? Should I break the peaceful silence??
"You did what!?" Liam asks suddenly. Every face turns to look at me. I really need to control my mouth. "Jordan, what did you just say?" Liam asks again. "Jordan.." Liam asks for the third time.
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Broken and Bruised (One Direction Fan Fic)
FanfictionJordan is just your average 17 year old teenager. Well except for the fact that she's depressed, cutting and living alone. After running away from her Mum and then Aunty; Jordan has found herself in London, England. She has made multiple promises t...
