They Don't Know About Us

Surprises

I watched Dr. Swoft write down a few things on her clipboard before beginning the therapy session. I watched her pen scribble down a few words. She finished, then looked up at me, "So, Nicole I've heard about some of your bad habits. Do you mind telling me about them?" She asked, I nervously messed with the end of my shirt as I stared at the floor.

"U-Um, yeah, I can tell you," I said, nervously, "W-Well, I cut. I started when my Father began abusing me."

"Why did you start cutting?" Dr. Swoft interrogated me.

"It started because I hated myself and wanted a way to relieve stress," I explained, "My Father made me believe that I was a horrible person. The cuts made me imperfect and ugly. It made me turn into the person my Father pictured. Also, cutting helped calm me down. I don't know why... But, somehow the pain helps me."

"Do you still cut?" Dr. Swoft asked me.

"Not exactly," I answered, "The last time I cut was when I got home from the cruise that I went on with One Direction. I was after I was raped and stabbed. I was so stressed out by all of it, and cutting helped get rid of some of the stress."

"So, you cut when you're going through stressful events?" Dr. Swoft asked me, while writing down something. I nodded, "Yeah."

"I'm guessing that the other people you live with don't think it's a good idea, right?" She asked me. I nodded, "Yeah, they hate when I cut, and try to get me to stop."

"When you cut, you need to think about them, the ones you care about," Dr. Swoft said, "Think about how it hurts them. Cutting only relieves stress, it doesn't solve problems. If you talk to the people you love, they can help you with your problems better than a razor. Cutting cannot help you in that way."

I nodded, talking in everything she said. Maybe it could work.

We continued on with therapy. That lasted for thirty minutes, then I left to go home. This time I just drove here in Niall's car. I drove in solitude. I reached the house, and pulled into the driveway. I parked the car in the garage and walked inside. Niall and Liam were talking at the counter, and Zayn was sitting on the couch, on his phone. I walked over to Niall and Liam. Niall broke away from the conversation to greet me. He pecked me on the lips.

"Hey love," He said, "How was therapy?"

"Fine," I answered, simply, "I have to work on schoolwork today."

"How much more work do you have to do until you graduate?" Niall asked me.

"Um, I don't think I have much," I answered, "If I continue working like this, I could graduate in a little over a week."

Niall grinned, "That sounds great. What are your plans after you graduate?"

"Well, I'm planning on going to college," I answered, "A college nearby, of course. I don't want to move away from you guys. I've been researching some colleges nearby, looking for ones I can apply for."

"You sure you want to go to college?" Niall asked. I frowned, "Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Well, sometimes being around large crowds of people isn't very beneficial for you," Niall answered.

"I don't want to be hidden in a shell for the rest of my life," I replied, "It would be good for me to get out and study."

"I guess you're right," Niall mumbled.

"Well, I'm going to go work on school work, bye," I said, before running off to my room. I hopped onto my bed. I grabbed my laptop and switched it on. I started to work on school work while also looking for a college to go to. I clicked on a link to a college nearby called Stranton University. It's close by, and is a school for more of the creative arts programs like art, literacy, music, and the performing arts. It had a couple of sports teams, and was well known for being a good school. The tuition price was moderately expensive, but I can afford it. It sounds pretty good. I'll have to remember this college. I continued to work on school work after that.

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Two more weeks have passed by. I've continued going to therapy twice a week. I will admit that it's not very fun, but I know I have to go. No much has happened, I've just been trying hard to finish school.

I woke up to the July sun shining through the window. I yawned, and pulled myself out of bed. I threw on a shirt and jean shorts and a pair of sandals. I put on some eye makeup and some jewelry. I walked back over to my bed, and grabbed my laptop. I turned it on, and continued working on schoolwork. I did that for about an hour. Then, I was completely surprised. Up on the screen came a notification telling me that I had finished the high school curriculum. A smile appeared on the corners of my mouth. I picked up my laptop, and carried it over to Niall's room. I could see that he was sleeping, and slightly snoring. Well, now is a good time to wake him.

I held my laptop firmly in my arms, as I climbed up onto his bed. Now I was standing on his bed. I jumped up and down, yelling his name. Niall groaned, sat up and rubbed his eyes. I sat back on the end of his bed.

"What is it?" He complained. I showed him my laptop screen. He grinned, "You graduated?" He asked, happily. I nodded, enthusiastically, "Yep, just like a minute ago!"

"Well, good for you, babe," He said. He pulled me close, and kissed me on the lips. I pulled away after a minute, "I'll meet you downstairs."

Niall nodded, and I pulled myself off of his bed. I grabbed my laptop, and walked out of his room. I set my laptop on my bed in my room. I walked downstairs. I reached the bottom, and heard Zayn talking to someone on the phone. I started to walk in. Zayn's back was facing me, so he couldn't see me as he talked on the phone. I stood there, listening.

"A-Are you sure it's right?" Zayn asked nervously. I could see him messing with the end of his shirt, nervously, as he listened to the reply, "U-Um.... W-What now?"

"Well, it's your decision," Zayn replied, "N-No, I'm happy for you. I-It's a good thing.... Okay, thank God you're nervous, too. It will be fine, we'll get through this together. J-Just come by later to talk to me. Love you. Bye."

Zayn hung up the phone, and walked over to the couch. Under his breath he cursed, "Shit...." He sat down, and nervously ran his fingers through his hair. I heard him let out a shaky breath, and he rested his elbows on his thighs. He hid his face in his hands. What's wrong with him? Who was he calling?

"Okay, Nicole I'm done getting ready," I heard Niall say as he walked down the stairs. Zayn quickly turned around, and he saw me standing there. His eyes grew wide when he realized I had been there for a while. Niall reached the bottom of the stairs, and saw Zayn and I staring at each other.

"What's going on?" Niall asked. I ripped my gaze from Zayn's eyes to Niall's, "Well... I really don't know. Ask Zayn."

Niall looked over at Zayn who was sitting on the couch, "What is it?"

"U-Um, nothing," Zayn replied. Niall frowned, "Come on, there's obviously something wrong."

"I-I don't want to say," Zayn answered, nervously.

"Please tell me," Niall begged.

"No, I can't talk about it now," Zayn replied, trying to stand his ground. Niall wasn't going to stop that easily, "What happened-"

"Rachel's pregnant!" Zayn yelled, now angry at Niall for being annoying. Our eyes grew wide at Zayn's outburst.

"W-What...?" Niall asked, his voice quiet. Zayn sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair again, "I-I got her pregnant, o-on accident."

"How did you do that?!" Niall exclaimed. Zayn frowned, "I thought you already knew how girl's got pregnant-"

"I know about that, but why?" Niall asked. I saw a glare form on Zayn's face, "Well, I'm sorry that I'm not the completely pure couple like you and Nicole."

Zayn looked really angry. He glared at Niall for a minute, then stood up, and walked out of the room. Niall and I watched him slam the front door behind him. Niall sighed, "I better go after him."

Niall started to walk towards the door, and I followed behind him, "I'll come with-" I began, but was stopped, because Niall had also stopped walking, and was about to turn around. Because Niall had stopped walking, I had accidentally hit my stomach in the the back of his elbow. A sharp pain ran through my stomach. I fell to the ground, gasping because of the pain. Niall quickly crouched to the floor, his face scared. Pain was shooting through my stomach. Why does it hurt so much? I just ran into his elbow!

"W-What happened?" Niall asked nervously. I clutched onto my stomach, creating another wave of pain. I gasped, and removed my hands from my stomach. Niall tried to hold my back for support. I was attempting to catch my breath, as the pain was still running through my stomach.

"I-I don't know," I stuttered, as I continued to catch my breath, "I ran into your elbow, a-and I felt a ton of pain in my stomach."

"What does your stomach look like?" Niall asked me. I lifted up part of my shirt, exposing my stomach. There were the usual scars, but something was different. Right on top of my stitches was a huge purple bruise. I gasped, "W-What's going on?"

"We need to get you to the doctor right now," Niall said, his voice concerned. He helped me up, and we carefully walked out to the car.

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