TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY.

Chapter 3

Ciara's POV

"Niall which dress do you want me to try on now?" I asked

I waited for a reply, but got nothing. " Um, Niall?? Are you there??"

I unlocked the dressing room door and saw that the lounge was empty, where was he? Did the dress really looked bad on me??" I asked myself

I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.

*Me: Uhm, Niall Where'd you go? I need your opinion on more dresses, LoL.

Niall: Sorry Ciara, but I had to go and meet the lads, we have tour rehearsals. I'll talk to you later. Bye!"

Me: Well can we meet for dinner? I'll pay. A thank yfou for helping me out today.

Niall: No thanks, Getting dinner with the lads, I really gotta go, Bye *

Why is he being so strange? I thought.

Usually he never says no to free food.

I quickly put on my jeans, and my t-shirt & coverse & left the dressing room. As I was walking towards the exit of the mall, I saw Brent push an innocent girl to the wall, and was about to kiss her neck.

"BRENT! WHAT THE HELL?!!" I yelled

"Erm, well this is awkward" he said

The girl quickly ran to the other side.

"W-what were you doing?! She was a little girl!!" I angrilly asked

"A man has to show a girl a gew ropes, c'mon you of all people should know that" He said while giving me a wink.

"Well guess what, I don't want anything to do with you anymore! You're a filthy low-life! It's ov-"

Before I was able to finish he grabbed my wrist &pulled me towards the family restroom & locked the door.

"Now tell me what were you about to say?" he asked fiercfully

"I said it's OVER! we are thr-" before I was about to finish telling him we are over, his fist met my face Hard.

I grabbed my face & winced ib the pain. I forced myself not to cry.

"We're NOT OVER! not unless I say!!" he said fiercefully

"Oh and one more thing, blonde better stay away from you. The way he was looking at you" he said while letting out a chuckle

"He's probably inexperienced. You need a man with experience, and Babe I have plenty. And if he ever comes near you again, I swear it will not be pretty, and you know what I mean about that!" He said while laughing.

"I like the black lacy dress you tried on. You looked very sexy on that one, I can't wait to get that dress off you on prom night" and with that he left the restroom.

I fell to the floor in tears. Every tear that touched the left side of my cheek stung & it stung a lot.

After about 10 minutes of crying I got up from the floor and looked in the mirror to see the damage.

My cheek was turming into deep purple & outlining his big hand.

I sighed & winced in pain. I grabbed my make up kit and began to cover it.