Love will Conquer all (sequel to Kidnapped by Who?!)

Chapter 12

Jesslyn POV

We all sat in the hospital room, waiting until I was able to leave.

It had soon become extremely boring, so I started poking Zayn. He poked me back, and soon a poking war had broken out.

"Stop poking me!" He whined.

"No! I'm bored." I pouted.

"Well if you weren't so stupid we wouldn't be in this situation would we?" Harry yelled, as he got up and slamed the door on his way out.

I stoped poking Zayn, the tears threatening to spill over.

"Jess--" Louis started.

"Save it." I cut him off. "He's right. If only I wasn't such a freaking idiot, we would not be in this situation. If only I was normal, and not so fucked up." I went to get up, but the IVs in my arm were restraining me. I tried taking them out, as the warm tears flowed down my face.

Hands started grabbing my own, restraining me from hurting myself.

"Jess! Stop!' Niall's voice boomed.

The hands, which I now know as Louis and Zayn, finally had my arms pinned down.

"It's not your fault. Harry is just upset because he cares about you, and doesn't like to see you hurting." Liam explained.

"Then why did he blow up on me? If he cares so much, why did he blame everything on me? It's not my fault I'm so screwed up."

They all looked at me without a single answer.

Before the awkwardness could creep up on us, the doctor came in, telling us that I was free to go.

Niall helped me out of the bed, and walked me to the car, the others following close behind. The car ride was very awkward and silent. I had ended up sitting inbetween Niall and Maxine. I leaned on Niall, cradling my head in his collar bone, feeling safe and secure.

I was nervous when we had pulled up to the house. I didn't know what I would say to Harry. That is if he wanted to even speak to me.

We entered the house, hearing nothing at all. Louis voulenteered to go check to see if Harry was upstairs, but quickly confirmed that he was in fact gone.

The tension built up quickly. No one knew what to say or do.

Not being able to stand it any longer, I excused myself to the bathroom.

I stood in front of the mirror just looking at myself. I was completely disgusted with myself. I was still too fat, and ugly to put it in simple terms. I watched the girl in the mirror stare back at me. This girl was not me. She was sad, and torn to bits. She could not take anymore pain. She could not hurt anymore. She was simply numb.

I threw the hair dryer at the mirror, smahing it to various shards, not wanting to look at the face any longer.

I shlumped to the floor not caring about the broken glass everywhere, and just sobbed. After what seemed like hours, but was probably about a half and hour later, I heard a knock on the door. I had calmed down a bit, and my sobs were reduced to hiccups.

I opened the door to find Niall on the other side. He instantly pulled me into a hug, mumbling, 'it will be alright' in my ear. I knew he was wrong because nothing is ever going to be alright. Harry is upset with me, and I still can't remember anything.

We released eachother out of the hug and he saw the shatters of glass surrounding our feet.

"Oh dear. Are you cut anywhere?" He asked, as I nodded my head. "Where?"

"My legs and feet." I responded looking down.

"Can I take it out, or would you rather someone else do it?"

"No it is alright. You can do it."

He carried me out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Gently, Niall set me on the counter making sure it didn't hurt me. He went back into the bathroom to get tweezers and tthe first aid kit.

Niall lifted one foot up so carefully you would have thought it was glass. He analized it for a few seconds before he started to pluck at it with the tweezer.

I instanly flinched as soon as he made contact with my foot.

"I know. Its going to hurt. Just be paitent with me." I said quietly.

"Of course. If it becomes too much let me know alright?" I nodded in response.

Ten minutes later Liam was on my right as I squeezed the life out his hand. Tears were silently dripping off my face, as Maxine tried conforting me. Who knew glass hurt so much?

I was trying to distract myself from the pain by thinking of what I was going to say to Harry.

It webt on the lines of: You're right. I'm so sorry. Could you ever forgive--

Just then Harry walked through the door.

A/N

Hey guys... Im not dead.

Between my life being a mess and writers block has made it difficult to write.

I'm going to try and update soon but I cant promise anything.

I appreciate you guys being paitent with me :)

Oh and sorry for any mistakes. I'm on my tablet cause my computer broke :(

Anywaaay, hope to update soon

Lots of love

~Jess