A Summer that will never be forgotten (One Direction)

Chapter 26- Nightmares and Memories

*Kym’s P.O.V*

“W-what do you mean? Is she okay?” I asked looking at Harry who was slowly walking closer towards Niall and I.

“Yeah, she’s okay nothing serious or that she’s sick, it’s just, she’s been having nightmares lately and they have been quite bad, like how you begin jumping and muttering in your sleep” Harry explained and I simply nodded encouraging him to continue.

“Well anyway, I woke her up just before as she kept tossing and turning and jumping every now and then, as soon as I said the word ‘nightmare’ she tensed up and completely closed herself off” he continued and I turned to Niall.

“I’m sure it’s nothing mate, try not to worry about it, she will be fine” Niall reassured and I turned to Harry giving him a small smile and a slight nod.

“Harry why don’t I talk to her tomorrow, she might open up to me” I suggested and Harry looked up at me with a little hope in his eyes “would you?” he asked and I let out a small laugh “of course” I replied and so Harry just smiled and sat down in the spare chair I had in the room

“so what have you two been gossiping about” he laughed which caused both Niall and I to laugh aswell.

*Alex’s P.O.V*

I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, I was an emotional wreck, my hair was messy and tangled while I had tear stains all down my face, my makeup completely ruined. I could hear shouting downstairs, shouting about me…….

“I don’t want that bitch living in MY house anymore”

“It’s not your house and I’ll have you know that my daughter stays!”

“So now you’re taking that slut’s side, why can’t you ever take mine for once, she can go live elsewhere, like with her pathetic prick of a father, just not here!!”

I began to cry even more, I don’t know what it was I did and I was in no way a slut, I was still a virgin, I hated him, I hated everyone and everything and he had no right to bag out my family especially my dad!

He didn’t know anything about my dad! The shouting kept going on and on, something I wish I could stop but if I even tried I would just get slammed down and just make matters worse.

I looked behind me to the shower and saw my razor, I slowly walked over to the shower, opening the door and I placed my hand around the object.

I looked at it intently, studying it, I walked back over to the sink and took a glance at myself in the mirror, I then glanced to the door, to make sure no one would see and to also here the shouting going on downstairs.

I looked down at my right hand of which was holding the razor and then to my left wrist, smooth skin, a few freckles but no marks.

I took a breath and placed the blade onto my wrist and I sliced, digging deep and----

I woke up as I had bolted up right, I was breathing heavily and I could feel a bit of sweat on my forehead, I leaned over to turn the lamp on and I brought my wrists up to my face, the right, was clean not a mark in sight, but as I looked at my left, there were marks, scars and that was the moment that my eyes widened in realisation.

These were not nightmares that I was having; these were memories, memories from about 2-3 years ago. I rubbed my eyes as my breathing settled and let my head fall back to the pillow, I just stared up at the ceiling, letting my chest rise and fall with every breath.

*Harry’s P.O.V*

I was laughing with Kym and Niall, god these two were hilarious, “well I should go and check on Alex” I said as I managed to stop laughing.

“Okay, Harry I’m sure she’s alright, I mean she never really has been in a hospital this long before” Kym said and I gave a slight nod of the head “yeah you’re probably right” I sighed and turned towards the door.

As I walked into the next room I saw Alex lying still, I saw the slight movement in her chest, okay she was still breathing, that’s good. I walked over to the side of the bed and noticed she was awake.

I walked over to the bedside and sat in the chair next to her bed

“I just want to go home” she sighed and slightly turned her head so she could face me, I stroked the side of her head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “I know baby, I know” I whispered softly and kissed her forehead. I intertwined our fingers and began to hum ‘You & I’.

*Kym’s P.OV*

I moved around trying to get comfortable, but it was no use, these hospital beds are uncomfortable as well as my almost healed ribs, which I may say, hurt like a fucking bitch.

“Harry’s really worried about her” I heard Niall mumble “I know, but she will be fine, I know she will” I replied with a small smile as Niall also gave me a smile in return.

I turned my head and looked over at the time, “Niall its 2:30 in the morning” I laughed and Niall just looked at me with a confused expression

“I’m not lying, look at the clock” I said and so Niall turned his head and started laughing “I should probably get going” he said and I could feel my eyes widen

“no don’t leave, here sleep in the bed” I offered and moved over so there would be enough space for Niall to squeeze in “babe I won’t be allowed” he mumbled

“and do I look like I care” I said rolling my eyes “alright” Niall sighed and managed to squeeze in next to me. It didn’t take long for the both of us to fall asleep, my head resting on his chest. The movement of his breathing soothed me, helping me relax and fall asleep.

*The next morning*

As I awoke I noticed Niall was gone, “Niall?” I mumbled still half asleep but when I got no reply my eyes shot open. I looked around the room, my eyes still focusing. “Niall?” I called out again and this time a face popped up from the doorway

“yeah babe?” Niall asked and I breathed a sigh of relief “nothing I was just wondering where you were” I smiled and Niall came into the room and kissed my forehead

“I’m just talking to Haz oh and there will be a nurse coming in soon to take some blood” Niall explained and I slumped down in the bed “I hate blood tests” I grumbled and Niall laughed stroking my hair before leaving the room again.

Just after Niall left, a nurse came in with a clipboard and smiled, “Kym, I’m sorry to do this to you but we need another blood test” the nurse laughed and then smiled apologetically looking at my bruised arm

“well, let’s just get this over with” I sighed giving a small smile as I was aided in sitting upright.