Abused

4

The guy at the top is in the chapter, but with green eyes.^

I gathered my things from last period class, sighing to myself when remembering I was hanging out with Louis and his friends. I grabbed my phone from my bag and checked for any messages from my parents. I sighed again and headed to the front of the school, looking down. I let out a squeak when my body bumped into someone else's. I looked up to see a tall, brunette boy. His long, brown hair was pulled up in a half bun. His skin was a light brown, making his emerald green eyes pop. He almost looked Indian. I clutched my phone in my hand and looked down. I took a step back after taking in the boy's features.

The guy smiled down at me and raised one of his thick eyebrows. "Hey," the boy said, his voice soft, yet deep. I waved a small hand. "I'm Hunter." The boy stuck out a hand. I shook it. "I'm Niall." I said and pulled my hand back. "You're a cute one." Hunter's American accent complemented. "Oh, thanks." I shuffled a bit on my feet. I thought about how I was probably holding the other boys up. "What grade are you in?" He asked. "F-freshmen. You?" Hunter smiled down gently, "Sophomore," I flashed a smile up at him and looked down.

I turned my head to look out the door window. I saw the boys standing by Harry's car, waiting for me. Louis was looking down at his phone, furrowing his eyebrows like a cute puppy. I saw him look both ways, probably looking for me. I looked back up at Hunter, seeing him smiling down at me. "You look scared. You alright?" He asked. "Y-yeah, I'm just meeting some friends. I should go." I smiled, trying not to be too rude. "Of course. I hope to be able to hang out with you sometime, Niall." Hunter smirked and winked at me. I blushed and nodded. "S--same." I waved goodbye to Hunter and headed outside.

The boys were smiling when they saw me. "Hey, guys. Sorry, I accidentally bumped into someone and I got held up. I really didn't mean to make you guys wait; you should have just left without me. I'm so sor--" Louis slapped a hand over my mouth. "Shut up. We weren't leaving without you." He smiled. I looked down and nodded. He pulled his hand back and everyone jumped in the car. Harry and Louis got in the front of the black SUV, whilst Zayn and Liam climbed in the back. I hesitated and jumped in, my muscles tensing when I realized I was next to Liam. We all buckled up and Harry started driving off.

I clutched my bag to my chest and my phone in my hand. I looked out the window as Harry drove us all down a road. "So, why'd you get held up?" I heard someone softly ask. I looked up to see Liam looking down at me with a soft, shy smile on his face. "I--I bumped i--into so--someone in the h--halls." I answered, blushing as I stuttered badly, "Oh, who?" He raised an eyebrow at me, looking curios. "His na--name w--was Hunter." I said, looking away and blushing when remembering the boy's hot looks. "Hunter? Don't know him. He new?" I shrugged, not feeling comfortable.

The car came to a stop and we all climbed out. I looked around, noticing we were at a log cabin. The small house looked old and empty. "L--Louis," I stuttered in a whisper. Louis looked at me and walked over to me, looking down with a confused face. "Where are we?" I asked, still looking around the empty looking yard. "Oh, this is Harry's old camp. We're hanging out for a whilst and just talking. You okay with that? The boys wanted to get to know you a bit more." Louis smiled at me. I smiled faintly and nodded. "Yeah, seems fun." I wrapped my arms around myself and slipped my phone into my pocket.

We all headed inside the building and Harry lead us to the living room. The place was clean, only a few pieces of furniture in the average sized rooms. Harry turned the lights on and wiped some dirt off the black sofa. "Sorry it's a mess. My parents, Gemma, or I have been out to clean in a few months or so." Everyone just nodded and sat down. I stood by where Louis sat, not wanting to leave his side. "You can sit down, Niall. You don't have to stand." Harry offered, gestured his hand towards an open spot on the sofa. I nodded and sat down, sitting on the edge beside Zayn, who was sat in the middle of Liam and I.

I looked towards Louis, wishing I could go home. "So. . .why don't we all say something about ourselves? Niall, you wanna go first?" Harry asked. I shrugged and nodded slightly. "I'm into heavy metal music." I stuck with something basic so they wouldn't know my home life. If they knew my brother and parents hated me they wouldn't ever want to be my friends. "I like smoking." Zayn said. I snapped my head towards him, being the only one surprised by his words. "Yes, Zayn, we know." Louis joked playfully, rolling his eyes. "I like boys." Liam said bluntly. "I, too, like boys!" Harry yelled happily, throwing his arms up and falling on Louis. "I like sleeping." Louis shrugged, not really giving an answer, considering we all know Louis pretty well.

I looked over to Liam, seeing he was just laughing along with Harry. "You don't talk much, do you, Niall?" I heard a Bradford accent ask. I looked up at Zayn, shrugging. "I--I have no--nothing to s--say." I stutter out, my cheeks heating up and tinting red. Zayn gave a small smile, patting my knee. "It's alright, mate. Don't be embarrassed. No one's judging you," Zayn assured me. I nodded and looked down. "So, what type of music you into?" Zayn asked. "I already told everyone I like heavy metal." I raised an eyebrow in confusion. Does he have short term memory or something? "I know, I mean, like what type of bands, though? Like Nirvana, Black Veil Brides, Sleeping With Sirens, or Falling in Reverse." He explained. I shrugged, not really sure.

After a moment of thinking, I looked back up and said quietly, "I like Black Veil Brides, Nirvana, Sleeping With Sirens, Five Finger Death Punch, and Disturbed." Zayn smiled widely. "I love Disturbed! What's your favorite song?" I thought for another moment, mumbling, "Sound of Silence." Zayn's smile widened, if that was possible, as he yelled out, "Oh my God! Same!" He cleared his throat when Liam, Harry, and Louis looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Oh, erm, sorry. Just a bit excited." Zayn's cheeks tinted red, making his cheek bones pop. 

I laughed at how embarrassed he looked as the others just smiled at him and went back to talking. I looked over at Louis, seeing him smiling as he was showing his perfect white teeth. Why can't my teeth be like that? life isn't fair. I looked up at Zayn, seeing him still slightly laughing. I wish I could be friends with him, but I can't. I just. . .can't let anyone in.

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