• Chapter 17 •

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Sasha's POV

I wake up on the couch. I don't feel Niall's warmth on me unlike when I fell asleep. I sit up and look around the room

I found Niall sleeping on the other couch. I smiled at him and I got out of the living room and in the kitchen. I look through my cupboards and found no food

I forgot to go get grocery. I decided now would be a great time to get some groceries

I go upstairs and go in the bathroom. I looked at the sink and found my razor. I promised I wouldn't so I won't. I threw the razor away and cleaned up the sink from any remaining dried blood. I turned on the shower. I didn't really like hot showers, it leaves me unsatisfied. I like it cold because when it becomes hot, I'm still cold from the shower I had

I jump in my cold shower and lather myself with my products. I finished showering amd got out of the shower. I heard loud knocking on the bathroom door

"Sasha?! Sasha?!" It sounded like a stressed Niall

Niall's POV

I woke up from my 30 minute nap which left me suprisingly well rested. I don't even remember falling asleep

I look at the other couch and saw that Sasha was gone. I started to panic a bit knowing what she's done to herself and I don't ever want it to happen again

I looked in all the rooms in the flat except for her room. I opened her door and found it unlocked. I looked everywhere in the room but the bathroom

It was silent inside and I knocked on the door loudly

"Sasha?! Sasha?!" I asked panicking

"What?" She yelled

"What are you doing in there?" I yelled back

"Showering!" She replied

I blushed and I stammered "Oh uh okay. I'll leave you to it"

I sat on her bed and a few moments later she came out of the bathroom in only a towel

"Oh um uhh.. I'll get out" I blushed standing up amd getting out of her room

I went downstairs to her kitchen. I looked through cupboard after cupboard but found nothing to eat. Wow, she really needed to go grocery shopping

I sat on the couch. Not only a few moments later, she came and sat beside me and wore blue skinny jeans and a long sleeved maroon top

"Checking me out, Mr. Horan?" She said cheekily

"Um. Uh. Nothing" I stammered

She giggled and we fell into a comfortable silence

"You know I would never break a promise" she said quietly sounding serious

I looked at her confused until she pointed at her wrist was when I realized. I nodded

"I know you wouldn't, I was just protective and I guess scared for you because I never ever want my friend to do that. In fact, no one should do that to themselves" I explained. Saying she was my friend hurt. I wanted to be more with her

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