Living with One Direction

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

“Gotta get away”

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*RE-RUN*

“Our turn! If you could date any of us, who would you date?” asks an interested Calum. All the boys stare at me, waiting for an answer.

“Well I guess it would be-“, before I finished, the door flew open.

In the door way stood the one direction boys, and an anxious Noel. They saw me, and relief went over their faces, until it went back to a worried look. Niall spoke up. The words I was hoping not to hear.

“Kimberly, we need to talk about it. Now.”

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“Um…” was all I could say out loud. But in my head, I was saying all these things that I thinking about.

“Tell them, they deserve to know”

“DON’T TELL THEM. THEY WONT TREAT YOU THE SAME”

“If you don’t tell them, Noel probably will”

“Okay. But not here.” I finally managed to say.

I didn’t want to say anything to Luke or the other boys because if anything goes wrong with the 1D guys after they know, I want to still have them at least.

“Boys, I’ll see you a little later. Thanks for the help” I said as I walked towards the door.

“Yea you’ll see us on stage later, we’re in a band called 5 Seconds of summer, or 5SOS” Ashton says.

“Oh wow cool, I’ll see you after then. Nice meeting you guys” I walk out and close the door behind me.

Now I’m face to face with the guys, and I really don’t know what to do.

“Hey Kim, it’s alright. You only tell them if you want to” Noel whispers in my ear then gives me a hug.

“I want to” I whisper back.

“So where do you guys want to talk” Liam asks.

“Let’s go to our dressing room. It’s more private” Harry said as he leads us back down the hallway I ran up earlier.

We walked into the room and I sat in the one seat chair. Noel sat on one the arms and the boys sat on the couch.

“Well… What do you want to talk about?” I asked like I don’t already know. The truth is, I don’t want to talk about the things that go on in my life. It’s already bad enough that I have to go through it.

“What the hell are those cuts and bruises from? Who did that to you?” Zayn suddenly spats out, making me jump a little.

“And don’t say it was a cat, because there were finger prints on your wrists Kim” Louis added.

I was frozen in my spot. Noel was rubbing her hand along my back to soothe me, she knows how I get when I talk about this.

“Okay… the marks are uh… from my dad. And the cuts are from me.” I said quietly.  They all looked at me, I couldn’t read their expressions.

They’re gonna judge me. I should have not said that.

“Kimberly, why is he doing this to you?!” Niall says a little loud. So Harry shushes him a little.