They Don't Know About Us

Coming Home

Chapter 1-


"Niall! Do we get to go today?" I asked excitedly, as I walked in. Niall smiled, and chuckled, "Yeah, we get to go today. You seem awfully happy about it."

"Well, I'm sick of being at this hospital," I replied, "We've been stuck in here for a week. I'm bored out of my mind."

Niall pretended to be offended, "I'm boring?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, "No, Niall."

Niall chuckled, "Well, Harry's going to be here any minute to pick us up, so you should probably go get ready."

"Okay," I answered. I walked out of my room, and towards my own. Whenever I had time, I would sneak out of my room, and go to Niall's. I would go there and talk to him. I've felt so much happier since I was reunited with Niall. I had missed him so much. I quickly changed into a new outfit. I looked at the stitches around my wrist. It had black and blue bruises around them. I heard knocking on my door. I walked over to my door, and answered it. It was Harry.

"Hi Harry," I said.

"Hey, you ready to go?" He asked. I nodded, "Yep."

He walked over to Niall's room, and I followed behind. Niall joined us, and we walked out of the hospital. Tons of fans were in the parking lot. Crap, I forgot about them. They were screaming Niall's name. A lot of insults were thrown at me. They cussed and screamed at me. I assume they're still blaming me for Niall's kidnapping. I suddenly felt an arm pull me close. I looked up at Niall. He smiled down at me, reassuring me. His arm was wrapped around my waist, protectively. We walked out together. The fans were screaming even louder. They tried to attack me, but Niall held me closer to him. We finally reached the car, and jumped in.

"The fans really do hate me..." I mumbled.

"They just don't know the truth," Harry replied. I shrugged, "Even if they did, they'd still hate me."

"True..." Harry muttered. Niall and I sat in the backseat, while Harry got in the driver's seat. He drove out of the hospital parking lot, and towards our house. We drove up to the house, and Harry parked in the garage. We got out, and I ran into the house.

"YOU'RE HOME, NICOLE!" Louis screeched, and threw his arms around me, squeezing me tightly.

"Louis, I saw you yesterday," I said. Louis let go of me, and frowned, "That means I can't miss you?"

I shrugged, "I don't know."

Louis rolled his eyes sassily, causing me to giggle. Niall and Harry walked in.

"Well, we were going to eat now, you guys hungry?" Liam asked.

"Liam, why do you even ask me that question?" Niall joked. We laughed, and sat around the table. We all started eating. I was sitting in between Niall and Liam. We all started talking, making small talk. I glanced over at Niall. I could see he was staring at something. It was... Zayn. No, please say he's not angry with Zayn about the whole incident. It's over. We should just forget about it. I continued eating, but I kept a close eye on Niall. I noticed that Zayn was trying to act like he didn't notice Niall staring at him, but I know he knew. I saw a glare starting to form on Niall's face. I had to stop this before it went out of hand. I reached under the table, and intertwined my hand with Niall's. I saw him look down at me.

"Niall, don't do this," I whispered, making sure that no one, but Niall heard me. Niall didn't say anything. His gaze fell back on Zayn.

"Niall..." I whispered again. He didn't respond. I felt his hand let go of mine. This is going to be bad....

"Niall, I'm sorry, okay?" Zayn said. The room fell silent.

"How do I know you won't do it again?" Niall asked.

"I won't," Zayn argued. Niall stood up, "You pushed her to death!" Niall yelled. Zayn stood up, too, "I feel horrible about it!"

"Guys, stop this..." Liam said. Niall started to walk towards Zayn.

"Niall," I said. Niall didn't even look towards me. Zayn looked scared out of his mind.

"Niall, Zayn, come on let's stop this," Louis said.

"Zayn why the hell did you even say that!?" Niall yelled.

"I know I shouldn't have said it!" Zayn yelled. Niall was now right in front of Zayn.

"Then why did you do it?!" Niall yelled. I saw him lunge towards Zayn. They immediately started to attack each other. Niall tackled Zayn, and they started punching each other. Yelling filled the room. Liam, Louis, and Harry tried to break up the fight. I decided that I should try to calm down Niall. I walked over behind Niall.

"Guys, stop it!" I yelled. I saw Zayn pull back his fist, like he was going to punch Niall in the face. He threw his fist forward, to hit Niall. Right when his fist was about to hit Niall, Liam was holding Niall down. Right as Zayn's fist went flying towards Niall's face, Liam had pulled Niall down, because he was about to hit Zayn. Zayn's fist missed Niall, and he accidentally punched me in the face.

I felt Zayn's fist come in contact with my jaw. I fell to the ground. Everyone stared at me in shock. Niall jumped up, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Niall screamed at Zayn. He started attacking Zayn again, hitting him. Liam, Harry, and Louis tried to pull them apart.

"STOP!" I yelled. Niall and Zayn stopped in mid swing.

"You guys are fighting over me, and I hate it!" I yelled, "Niall, you don't even know the whole story! Zayn didn't push me to try and kill myself! I was cutting, and I accidentally cut too deep. It was an accident on my part! Zayn did hurt me, mentally, but I wouldn't go kill myself! Zayn already apologized, and I forgive him. Why can't you, Niall?! And, Zayn, why would you go and attack him, too?! Since when does violence solve problems?!"

I stood up, and stomped up to my room. I slammed the door behind me. I collapsed onto my bed. I pressed my face against my forearm. I sobbed into my arms. Why did they have to fight? They don't even care about my feelings! They're arguing about me, and they don't even know how I feel.