Friends with benefits

Dont giggle!

Caitlin's POV:

We made it back to London in 8 hours. Niall had slept all the way and the rest of us played on the X-box. "Niall,Niall,NIALL!" I shouted at Niall to wake up. His eyes flung open and he fell out his bed. "You alright there?" I laughed. "Are we in London yet?" He stood up, fixing his hair. "Yeah, now come on I want to go home." I shook him by his shoulders. "Yeah, I can't wait to sleep in a proper bed." He smiled and took my hand, leading me off the bus.

"Josh?" I stood still as I saw a familiar man stand on the pavement. "Caitlin." He smiled at me. I got out of Niall's grip and ran to hug him. "It's been so long." I mumbled in his shoulder. He was cute and I did kinda like him. "I have something to ask you." He pulled out of the hug and looked into my eyes. "Yeah sure." I smiled, eager to know what he was going to ask. "Will you come over to mine just for a catch up on things." He smiled lightly. "Yeah, that be cool." I hugged him again.

Niall's POV:

I watched Caitlin hug Josh ,the man I told I would kill if he touched her, but I couldn't do anything, she wasn't mine. "Niall I'm going to Josh's, you can head off home." She waved and left with Josh. "Where's she going?" Liam put a hand on my shoulder. "to Josh's." I hung my head and walked off toward home. It was quiet. The photos still sitting in the pile of glass. The penny board still resting against the hallway wall. It was getting dark and who knows when Caitlin will get back, I hope she will be alright.

Later that evening

Caitlin's POV:

Josh was incredibly nice, he told me all about how he got a new job and how happy he was to see me, but he looked at me in a certain way, not like the way Niall looks at me, totally different to that. His hand reached out towards my cheek. "Josh what are you doing?" I moved away. "Trust me." He whispered and leaned in closer me. "No josh." I swiftly got away from him, standing in the middle of the room, he looked at me with anger.

He ran at me, grabbing my sleeve. He pulled at my clothes. As I tried to get away my shirt tore. I tripped and Josh grabbed my leg. He tore my clothes and when he gave up he hit me. "Josh." I screamed as he constantly hit me in the gut and face. I could taste blood. I struggled beneath him, his hands pinning down my wrists. My knee automatically launched into his groin. He rolled off and curled into a ball.

I picked my self up and stumbled to the front door. A thin layer of snow had fallen, untouched. The snow fell as I ran along the icy path to my home. Street lights leading the way. My body aching. Lip bleeding. Heavy breathing. My salty tears rolling down into my open mouth. Finally reaching my street I slowed down in to a walk, seeing the houses with lights on, thinking about the warmth inside.

I made my way up the steps to the front door, but before I could knock the door slowly opened and Niall peered round. "I missed you." I flung at him, wrapping my arms round his torso. "You remember?" He whispered. "No, but don't ever let go of me." I cried into his shoulder. "Come on in, your getting blood on my shirt." he stroked my head. "Sorry." I let go of him and shuffled into the warm house.

Niall's POV:

Caitlin sat quietly in the living room, her clothes were ruined. Some of her undergarment showing. She looked beaten, like she couldn't take anymore. "Here." I handed her a tissue and a mug of tea. "Thanks, mate." She wiped her eyes, nose and dabbed her lip before sipping the tea. "I'll call Harry to bring Gemma over, she can fix up those cuts." I put a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She nodded and I called Harry. In ten minuets he was at the door. "How is she?" Harry asked, concerned. "She's alright but she could be better." I let him in along with Gemma.

"Hey Caitlin you remember Gemma, right?" Harry crept into the living room. "Harry go in the kitchen and let me do my work." Gemma rolled her eyes. "Brothers." She tutted and Caitlin giggled. I watched from the kitchen door, leaning on the frame. "Now this may sting a bit." Gemma dabbed a cotton ball on Caitlin's cheek bone. When she winced I flinched. After a while Gemma had finished and there was just a few visible cuts but her lip and the bruises stood out.