Scars (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 9: Trust Me (Part 1)

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR! :D

Last year was definitely an amazing year and I have a small feeling that 2014 is going to be even better.

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Tomorrow is going to be my first day working at Top Shop and I am freaking out. I have no idea what I am going to wear and I was going to work it out tomorrow because I had the morning to plan but I decided against it. I just love to procrastinate.

“Mary I need your help!” I say when she picked up the phone.

“With what?” She asks turning the music down in the background.

“Tomorrow I start my new job and I have no clue what to wear!” I say panicking.

“Ok firstly calm down.” Mary says laughing. “And secondly, what’s the dress code?” She asks.

“I dunno… something on trend I guess.” She hums in response and there was a silence.

“Mary?” I asked to make sure she was there.

“Hold on! I’m thinking!” She said loudly. There was about another silence which lasted about 30 seconds.

“I got it! What about that really cool orange shirt with the feather print on it?” She suggests excitedly.

“Sounds good! Thanks for your help! I have to go, but I will speak to you after my shift to tell you how it goes.” I say happily.

“Okay! Good luck! Bye!’

Byyyye!” I say and hang up. I was feeling much better now.

I went to my closet and took out the shirt. Shit. It doesn’t have any sleeves. Damn it. I’m going to have to think of something else. I decided to call Louis over so I could get some help from him. He happily agreed and was over in less than half an hour after we spoke on the phone.

“Thanks so much for coming over!” I say as we are walking up the stairs.

“That’s alright!” He says.

Once he is in my room he goes straight for the closet and I chuckle but I don’t think he heard me.

“So what’s the dress code?” He asks going through my dresses.

“I guess something on trend.” I reply and he nods.

He had moved to my tops now and he picked out the same orange shirt that Mary suggested and I shook my head.

“Why?” He asked confused. I knew that question was going to come up.

“Erm... because I want to wear a dress.” I blurt out which was sort of a lie.

“Well you could have said that before!” Louis says smiling and I smile back.

Louis walks back over to my dresses and goes to my black and white section. So I colour code my wardrobe. Hey! Stop judging!

“What about this one?” He says and pulls out a black and white striped dress I shake my head. I love that dress but I don’t think this one is going to be a good choice for tomorrow considering it is going to be my first day. It also had cap sleeves so I was not going to wear that anytime soon.

Next he pulls out another black and white dress. It was an off white lacy kind of pattern on the top and a black leather skirt. A smile spread across my face. It was perfect.

“That’s the one!” I say and grab the dress from Louis.

I was examining the dress like it was the first time I had seen it. Louis was busy looking for shoes to go with it. He picked out my black ankle boots from H&M. Not only was he good at singing, he was great at picking out outfits.

“Okay, wait in your bedroom. The rest is going to be a surprise.” He says with a cheeky smile and he lightly pushes me out the door of my closet.

I groan in response. I hate surprises.

He came out five minutes later with the dress, shoes, white nail polish, black love heart earrings, nude pink lip gloss and my ‘Fiori’ by Vince Camuto perfume. He didn’t have to choose my makeup but that was really sweet of him.

“What do you think?” he asked as he put all the things on my bed.

“I love it!” I stand up and hug him.

“You should try the dress and shoes on to see what it looks like.” Louis suggests.

“Sounds like a good idea.” I say and grab the dress and shoes. I walk into my closet and change. I leave the bandages on my arms and I just hope that they don’t show through the sleeves. When I walk out I do a little turn and laugh.

“You look great!” Louis says.

“Thanks, can you please take a photo?” I ask.

“Sure.” I hand him my phone and he takes 3 photos.

Louis put the phone down and he grabbed my hands and looks at me up and down, I think he was admiring his work. A frown soon replaced his smile.

“What’s under your sleeves?” He asks dropping my hands and I sigh. I may as well tell him.

“Let me get changed again then I will explain.” I say and go back into the closet to get changed. Instead of putting my long sleeve top back on, I put a T-Shirt. As I was coming out I took my bandages off. A confused expression crossed Louis face until I turned my wrists up so he could see what I had drawn (in Niall’s words). A gasp escaped his lips and he grabs my hands.

“Breanna…” He whispers and I can see the tears begin to form in his eyes.

I then start to explain the events that led up to now. I tell him about how I got depression once I arrived home after being in hospital and how I used to cut myself even though he knew most of that part of my "story" already. It was then when I used music to help heal myself. I tell him about the hate I have been getting from their fans and how that really got to me and that’s how I have these new cuts. When I told him about their fans he was furious. He said that Eleanor and Perrie get a lot of hate too so I wasn’t alone. I just don’t understand how it doesn’t get to them.

“I’m so sorry.” Louis said as he began to cry. I pulled him in for a hug.

“It’s not your fault.” I say quietly.

“Yes it is!” He says as he pulls away and I just shake my head.

Two out of the five boys know so that means that I have to tell Harry, Liam and Zayn soon. But when?

“Have you told anyone else?” Louis asked standing up.

“Uh yeah. I’ve told Niall.” I say looking down.

“Do you plan to tell the others?”

I nod in response. “But I don’t know how.”

He sits back down and thinks for a minute. I really didn’t want to do anything tonight because I just want to rest for tomorrow.

“We should go out tomorrow night with the others after your shift. To celebrate. You can tell them then.” He suggests.

“I don’t think that’s smart.”

“Why?” He asks annoyed.

“Have you not seen what your fans have done to me now that I have been spotted with you guys multiple times?!” I yell out of frustration. I stand up to walk out but Louis pulls me back down.

“I’m so so sorry Bree.” He says and hugs me. “I didn’t think they would attack you.”

I sigh. I hate this.

“We can protect you. You just have to trust us.” Louis says barely audible and I shake my head. “You just have to trust me.”