The Fighter

Chapter Seven

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It feels like I've been in Niall's arms for hours. Visions of what happened between Liam and I flash into my mind. Tears begin to stream down my face again.

"I'm sorry Niall," I speak softy, my voice is hoarse. Niall pulls me away from him and turns me so we're face to face.

"Nessa, it's not your fault. He's an ass," he kisses my neck.

"Niall. This is my fault, I'm the reason he was yelling at you. I don't know what to do, I need to shower," I say looking at the floor. Niall helps me up and hugs me.

"Don't blame yourself for his shit," Niall says. I walk off into my room and grab a pair of sweat pants and a cami since I'm a bit overheated from all the crying. I probably have bruises on my hips from Liam's digging into them.

As the water in the shower runs down my back and relaxes my muscles I try to take my mind off of everything. Maybe me and Niall could go get some fast food. But Liam would probably be there. I don't understand how he keeps sneaking into my mind. Liam. Maybe he was right. Maybe I do want him. Do I? No.. I can't. I want Niall. Liam's an ass and he hurt me. I feel my hips and trace over the redness caused by Liam. I flench when the hot water touches it.

"Nessa, are you okay in there?" Niall asks from behind the door. I turn off the water and grab a towel.

"Yeah, I'll be out in just a bit," I yell. I put on clothes and pull my hair back into a long ponytail. I find makeup remover in the cabinet and use it to wipe the eyeliner and mascara off my face. I look horrible. My eyes are puffy, my cheeks are red, and my lips are chapped. I apply eos on my lips and walk out of the bathroom. Niall is sitting on the couch and Ariana is across from him.

"You're beautiful in sweats and no makeup," Niall smiles as he opens his arms from me to lay in.

"Nessa what the hell is that on your neck?" Ariana's eyes grow wide as she points to me.

"What?" I say, confused. Niall pulls me up to examine me. His eyes grow wide, then he has an angry expression on his face.

"Nessa, I thought you said he didn't hurt you?"

"He didn't." I say, still confused from what they're talking about.

"Then what is that?" I grab my phone and turn the camera on to see what they're talking about. The lovebite. 

"He didn't do that," I lie, hoping they'd change the subject.

"Then how the hell did it happen, Nessa?" 

"I-I burnt myself with the flat iron. I was straightening my hair after I got out of the shower and I could barely see since the mirror was foggy."  Niall shakes his head and looks away from me. I shouldn't have wore a cami. 

"Is there any other marks on you?" Niall finally turns back to me.

"No Niall, I'm fine. He didn't hurt me or leave any marks on me," I lie. I feel bad that I keep lying to him. I just don't want Niall and Liam to end up getting in a fight. Niall finally stops talking to me, and we watch the tv. After a few minutes of watching The Fosters my stomach growls. 

"You hungry?"

"Yeah, just a bit."

"You sure just a 'bit'? Cause it sounds like there's a monster in your stomach," he teases me.