My dream was perfect, it was sort of de ja vu of the time Jonas took me on our first date, 22nd June 2010. It was perfect, it reminded me of how Jonas was a good person. He still is a good person, just not as often, but it's not his fault. It must be my fault, like he said earlier he was punishing me. It has to be my fault. My eyes fluttered open, I could hear the boys talk about me, I closed my eyes again to hear what they was saying.
"I feel so sorry for her." Louis said.
"No man should ever hit a woman." Zayn replied.
"She thinks he's perfect...but he's not at all." Niall said.
"What do we do? Do we call the police?" Liam said.
"Its up to, Emily." Harry said.
"Wish you'd ask her out or something, take her mind off Jonas and make her see what other blokes are better than him." Niall said.
"I broke up with Danielle two weeks ago, Niall. I'm not ready for a relationship."
"But I love Jonas..." I whispered.
I heard footsteps walk towards me and I noticed I was in one of the boys beds. I took my legs out of the bed and stood up. I let out a noise of pain as I was moving and started to cry at the pain of the bruises coming through. Liam was the one who had walked towards me and he picked me up in his arms when he heard me in pain. I felt his big biceps around me and felt so secure in his arms.
"How bad is it?" Zayn asked.
"I don't know," Harry said, "we haven't looked."
"Do you think we should? Then we know what we should do." Louis said.
I knew they was on about my bruises so I stood up again.
"Can someone help me please?" I asked feeling slightly silly. I'm twenty years old and needs help taking her clothes off.
Liam stood up and I lifted my arms in pain, he put his hands at the bottom of my jumper and lifted it up. He undid the button of my jeans and pulled them down gently. His cold hands sent goosebumps up and down my body. I walked over to the middle of the room in pain and they all gasped. I didn't want to look down at all.
"Is it bad?" I whispered.
They pointed to the mirror in the corner of the room and I walked over in pain to see my reflection in the full-length mirror. I gasped to see my horrible body. I saw bruises all over my arms, shoulders, chest, ribs, hips, thighs, calves, I turned around to see my back, again covered in bruises. I began to cry even more seeing my body, I didn't like my body anyway but seeing all my bruises made me feel worse.
Liam walked over and gave me a hug gently, I cried even more into his t-shirt. He placed his hands at the bottom of my back. He sat me back down and helped me put my clothes back on.
"Why did he do that?" Niall asked.
"He thought I was cheating on him with Liam. He said, he saw how we was looking at each other at the concert, how we was talking to each other and he went through my phone and read our texts and apparently that was proof. He said cheaters need to be punished." I whispered into Liam.
"He's text you a few times..." Liam said passing my phone.
I looked at the texts;
'I'm so sorry baby, I didn't mean it at all! I just got angry, I didn't mean to hurt you.xxxxxxxx'
'Sweetheart, why aren't you replying?!'
'Answer my calls.'
'Why aren't you picking up?! Are you with Liam?! I bet you are. Bet you're fucking him right now.'
'I am glad I hurt you, cus cheaters need to be punished. We are over. Once a cheater always a cheater.'
Even more tears ran down my face, I chucked my phone at louis so he could read them and he gasped. He read the texts out loud so the other boys could see.
I've lost my boyfriend, I've lost my house, I've lost everything.
"The love of my life has dumped me." I whispered into Liam.
I knew he obviously disagreed by the face he pulled. "I know, I know." He said soothing me.
The bus turned in at a service station.
"I need a wee." I told everyone.
They all laughed and helped me walk down the stairs, Liam held my hand as we walked across the car park and to the service station. He saw the other girls in my group. Harry explained everything that happened and that I was going to be staying on their bus for a while and asked Sian to take me to the toilet. When I came out of the cubical and was washing my hands, Sian looked at me.
"He dumped me, Sian." I whispered.
"I know sweetie, but its for the best. You and Liam may get together now!" She said winking.
"What? Me and Liam aren't getting together. He's my best friend. He broke up with Danielle two weeks ago and I broke up with Jonas two minutes ago!" I snapped.
"Sorry, em. Just thought you'd make a good couple." Sian apologised, pushing her dark curly hair back.
Sian is so beautiful, she's so tall, with big dark eyes and dark hair that matches her mixed race skin tone. She was so skinny and lovely. She's my best friend so it was easy to forgive her.
"I want burger king.." I replied as she helped me walk out.
Liam was waiting for us outside and he smiled as we walked out. Walking over to burger king, Sian and Liam exchanged a few cheeky glances, I wondered what they was talking about.
After I ate my burger and stared at all my texts from Jonas and tried my hardest not to cry reading them. It was soon time to go back on the bus, Sian hugged me lightly as Liam lifted me back up as it was quicker for him to carry me than to me to walk there.
When we got on the bus, the tour manager, Paul was waiting for us.
"Harry says you needed to speak to me about Emily and her health?" Paul stood up concerned.
Liam explained everything that had happened, he put me down on the sofa and helped me take my clothes off to show Paul the bruises, the bruises had gotten worse and I hated it.
"I think we have to call the police and take you to hospital." Paul said. He instructed the driver to drive us to the nearest hospital. I got my clothes back on slowly and the bus started driving towards the hospital. All the other buses would continue their way to London but this one would go to a hospital. All the boys played on the PS3 while I was on my phone just going through my texts, I looked through the ones off Liam. They were cute, getting texts that say "g'morningggg beautiful:-)" Liam sent me texts that Jonas hasn't sent in years. Liam is so much sweeter than Jonas ever was. His texts always made me smile.
Staring at Liam as he played fifa I could see his perfections beeming out, his smile every time he scored a goal, his eyes, his biceps, his heart, everything. It made me think about what Niall and Sian had said earlier about me and Liam getting together, I didn't see why they was saying that. He was far too good for me, everything about him.
"Can I have a go?" I asked after Liam and Harry had finished their game, I liked fifa, I was alright at it.
"Sure," Harry said handing his remote, "do you know which buttons which?"
I nodded and got ready for my match against Liam sitting up. I was chelsea and Liam was West Brom. After a while of playing and a lot of Liam scoring own goals I won.
"For gods sake! Why was I scoring own goals?it was the remotes fault."
"Oh don't be such a sore loser liam!" I laughed.
