Tattoed Heart (Niam)

Chapter Three

Niall's POV

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Okay, so as everyone probably guessed, I ended up getting sent to the principals office for cursing at a teacher. At least it was at the end of the day.

I began to walk to Greg's car, but I was stopped by that Liam kid.

I spun around when he grabbed my arm. "Don't fucking touch me unless you want to get punched, Kay?" I growled, glaring at him and jerking my arm out of his grasp.

"I just wanted to give you your notebook... It fell out of your bag when you stormed out of the cafeteria.." He said quietly. His voice sounded hurt.

Liam had the most amazing eyes... So brown, and it seemed like I could get lost in them... His skin was perfect, and that little birthmark on his neck was-

"Niall?" He snapped me out of my trance. "Oh. Uh.. Yeah, thanks." I sad quickly, jumping into my car and speeding away, trying to rid my thoughts of Liam.

That boy was perfect.

Dammit, Niall, stop!

My head screamed, making me scream as I pulled into the driveway.

I stormed up to my room, slamming the door. "Fuck. Niall. No, stop it. Your walls will not break. Not again. You built these walls when you got on the plane, and they won't break. Not this time." I said to myself, tears beginning to fall.

I caved, walked into my bathroom, and grabbed my razor blade, pulling it out of the container.

I closed the door and slid down to the floor. I pulled up my shirt, making a cut on my stomach, and shouting out in pain.

I was really glad that Greg was at work, or he would've found out right then.

I made another, smaller cut, and then cleaned myself and the floor up, bandaging my stomach up before going to bed.

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The next day, in gym, we were playing basket ball. Okay, good. Something I liked.

As we were playing, someone passed the basketball at me, and it hit me in the stomach. I shot, and made it before jogging to the bathroom quickly, feeling my wounds open up again.

I winced as I took the bandage off, using paper towels to clean the blood off. I pulled my shirt down when Liam came in, his gasp startling me from cleaning the blood the was seeping through my shirt.

He ran to my side, raising my shirt. He took his shirt off, but I ignored it, wincing as he pressed it to my wounds. His eyes saw every scar, cut, and word that I had on me.

I began to break, tears falling down my cheeks. He said nothing, and just wrapped his arm around me, holding me close as I cried silently.

"We're going to wait until everyone leaves, then we're walking out of here, and leaving school." He said quietly, earning a nod from me.

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We left fifteen minutes later, and I was sitting in the passenger seat of Liam's car, staring out the window.

He as replaced his shirt, and snuck some bandages and such from the nurse, bandaging my stomach back up.

We arrived to Liam's house, "Everyone's gone right now, they'll be gone for about a week. It'll be alright." He said quietly, helping me out of the car.

He walked with me to his room, and I sat on his bed.

"Niall... I understand if you don't want to talk about it.. But.. Can you tell me your story..?" Liam asked quietly, sitting beside me.

I stayed quiet, looking down before I finally spoke. "I moved here from Ireland.. Well, my dad moved me here.. Because I was being bullied.. Physically and mentally.. My dad thought that if I moved here, that everything would be okay.." I sighed, never moving my eyes from the ground. "I just felt alone.. And I didn't know what else to do." I whispered, tears welling up.

Liam wrapped his arms around me, allowing me to cry onto his shoulder.

Liam's POV

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The story that Niall told me wasn't long, but it was excruciatingly sad.

When he told me about the bullies, I clenched my fists and my jaw. Why did I want to fly out to Ireland and murder every single person that had hurt him?

I sighed as I held him tighter and let him cry on my shoulder, rubbing small circles onto his back.

"I just need you to know that whenever you need to talk, I'm here, alright?" I whispered, never releasing him from my grip.

Niall nodded, "Thank you.." He said quietly.

Looks like I got to know him.

AN: So, comment, vote, and tell me what you want to see! I need feedback so I can make the story better! -Brandi<3