Niall's P.OV
"I want to get to know you, Clara." The words slip out of my mouth.
"What do you mean?" She looked at me confused. "We're getting to know each other now are we?" She gestures to me and her.
"Yeah, but I have a better idea, how about we ask each other a question, until we run out of questions..?" I suggest and she nods in agreement.
"You ask first." She say to me.
"What's your favourite colour?"
"Lilac." She smiles at me.
"What's your least favourite food?"
"Oh god, vegemite, that stuff is nasty."
I tell her. "I thought you would have known since the first time we were in Australia I spat it out on Live television." I say and she laughs, I love her laugh.. Did I just think that?
After asking each other endless amounts of questions, I found out many things about Clara.
She has 4 older siblings, the oldest is Edward who's 26, Mabel who's 22 and is Oliver, James and Anna's mother, and the twins Elizabeth and Coraline who are 19. Her mother had Clara when she was 30 and doesn't plan on having anymore kids.
Clara's favourite colour is lilac, she loves reading classic novels, other than One Direction her celebrity crush is Josh Hutcherson, and girl crushes are Cara Delivingne and Jennifer Lawrence, she has a wide range of things she wants to do, and that includes being a florist.
There was one more thing I wanted to know about her though, but I couldn't bring myself to ask about it, about her scars.
I wanted to know what caused them, who caused them, what other problems did she have in her life, I wanted to know everything. I wanted to be there or her.
Although I only met her a few a
Hours ago, I knew that this wasn't any ordinary girl. There was a connection. There was a reason I noticed this house with the lights still on. There was a reason we met Clara.
We lay there still on the bed, and I glanced down to her wrists, which were covered in charm bracelets, I assume they're covering the scars.
She noticed my glances, and then it looked as if she were uncomfortable.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare like that.." I start off, but am stopped by her cutting me off.
"It's fine," she stated simply. "I guess you're probably wondering about them, were you?"
"I'm just worried." I tell her, but there's no emotion in her face.
"Don't be worried," she half smiles at me. "The damage they caused is already done,"
And with that, heart sunk deep into my chest, an I wasn't sure if I could handle hearing her story without holding her in my arms.
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Clara's P.O.V
It was really fun talking to Niall, and asking questions about each other, I'm starting to know him as not just Niall Horan from One Direction, just the normal one who lived in Mullingar.
A few minutes of silence passed, and I could see him glancing at my wrists, and I wanted to tell him everything before, but he never asked and I was still contemplating telling him.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare like that.." He began, but I cut him off.
"It's fine." I told him, "I guess your probably wondering about them, were you?" I usually clam up about this subject, no emotion shows though my voice, or face. The people who caused this did it to me, they drained most of my emotions.
"I'm just worried." He tells me, and I can actually see it in his big blue eyes.
"Don't be worried," I half smiles at him. "The damage they caused is already done," It's true. I find it hard to trust people, I find it hard to even talk to people now, or hold a normal conversation.
"Well," I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. "Where do you want me to start?"
"The beginning of it all" He said softly. The look on his face held emotion, and it showed that he really did care.
