Dancing Getaway

Part 12

Daphne's POV

Why does it have to be me that he remembers? Why can't I be the one he's forgotten? It's all my fault. If I had just kept walking I wouldn't have met Niall and I wouldn't have been late and I wouldn't have been here. This never would have happened if I didn't drag them into my problems. This hospital atmosphere wasn't helping my mind at all. Thank god I got to go home, where ever that is. Shit I forgot I don't have anywhere to go.

"You ready to go Daphne? Zayn is gonna take you back to Niall's flat and stay with you till we get word on Liam." Harry told me. I just shrugged and looked over towards a sleeping Niall and Liam. "You can go back to that house and get all your clothes and things you want to keep if you want that is?" I nodded and slid out of the hospital bed. The doctors had already removed the iv. All I had to do was get signed out and go home, which was apparently now in Niall's house.

Harry refused to let me go home and pack my things instead he insisted that he go and get them with some of his body guards. I didn't really have the strength to fight him. I walked out of the hospital only to be met by a wall of screaming girls. As soon as they saw Zayn they all screamed his name trying to get his attention. He grabbed my arm and pulled me along side him into the car.

"How did all those girls know your name?" I asked him. The corner of his mouth lifted as he gazed at me.

"I'm kind of famous," he said. I nodded glanced out the window at the girls still Screaming Zayn's name. Wow, how had I not heard of him before? We arrived at Niall's flat and Zayn helped me with my bags. Niall's flat was huge, it had so many rooms I was sure I would get lost. Zayn led me to a rather large bedroom and placed my bags on the floor. I gazed around amazed, my old bedroom hadn't been nearly as big, as this was. "We weren't sure what to put in the bathroom so I asked my girlfriend if she could just put everything she uses in there. If you need anything else you can tell me," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm going to go get us some dinner, I'll be back in 20," he said before exiting the room. I walked farther into the room to see that I had my own bathroom. My boot thudded heavily with every step reminding me that large spaces like these couldn't be of any use to me anymore. I sighed and walked into the bathroom. And looked into the mirror. I had light bruises all over my arms and a few on my face, there were scars and I traced my fingers over them. Tears slipped down my face and I was reminded of how Niall had called me pretty, how could he find a person like me pretty. I need to dance, to take all of my problems and throw them into the fluid movements of my ballet, but I couldn't. And the large cast on my foot was screaming it at me. I felt my eyes water as they drifted across the bathroom. I paused when I saw it, if I couldn't have dance as an outlet then that would have to do for now. I picked up the razor and brought it to my wrist. Because the razor was new it sliced cleanly I took a sharp breath in and watched the cut open. I made another, and another until my wrist was covered in small cuts. I closed my eyes and sat on the bathroom floor leaning against the wall. My wrist was covered in blood and I let it rest on the floor. Suddenly from down the hall a door closed. My eyes snapped open as Zayn called my name. I tried to stand quickly but my cast got in the way, Zayn's voice grew louder as he grew closer, dammit. He was going to see me like this. He walked into the bathroom just as I stood to face him. He quietly assessed the scene then walked over to me and gently removed the blade from my hand. He placed it on the counter the took my wrist and placed a wash cloth on it. He didn't speak the whole time and I avoided eye contact with him.

"Life sucks sometimes doesn't it?" he asked as he wiped my cut, I didn't respond instead choosing to stare at my shoes. "Daphne, can you look at me?" Zayn asked, he was quite a bit taller than me and I had to look up at him. "What happened to you was not fair. Trust me, I know that, but doing this," He held up my wrist and I winced, "Doing this is letting all the people who ever hurt you win. You let them make you miserable and they don't deserve that, people like them don't deserve to win. Don't let them," More tears slipped down my face as he spoke, no one had ever been that kind to me. Toby would have laughed in my face and taken the razor from me only to slash me with it himself. "This always helps me when I'm feel in down," He

asked before seeming to make a decision, he quickly wrapped his arms around me and drew me to his chest. He smelled like vanilla and chocolate Axe after a moment he pulled away and slung an arm around my shoulders leading me out the room. "What do you say we go get some food?" He asked, I nodded and we walked down the hall.

"Zayn?"

"Hmm?" He responded as we walked.

"Don't tell anyone," I whispered, he squeezed my shoulders.

"Our secret," he smiled.

"Thank you... for everything," I whispered again.

"Anytime kid," he said as we arrived in the kitchen. "Now let's eat," he took his arm from around me and clapped his hands rubbing them together. I smiled and followed him.

A/N

Hey guys, so the updates may be a little bit slower just because I'm doing it on my own now and I have three other stories to balance, one of which is just beginning. So bare with me, I will update as quickly as I can. Fan, vote, comment. Or check out my newest story which will be up later today.