Painted Black *punk niall horan

Chapter 30

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I know you care
I know it has always been there
But there's trouble ahead, I can feel it
You are just saving yourself when you hide it

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NIALL'S POINT OF VIEW

The minute I get back to the hotel, Steven and Liam are sitting in the lobby waiting for me. They approach me, but pause when they see my red eyes. I walk right past them and take the stairs to my room. I take out my hotel key and enter my room, heading straight for the bathroom. 

If Gene didn't love me anymore, neither did I.

The first to come out, were my eyebrow piercings. I pulled them out and set them on the counter. Next, I took out my gauges and rinsed out both of my ears. All that was going through my mind were the words Gene said to me. 

I don't want you Niall. How could I want you? You and your black ink and metal jewelry.

I angrily yanked out my lip ring before scooping up all of the piercings. The metal clangs together as I toss them in the trash.  I look into the mirror and watch my reflection. My face looks bare and pale.

This was what everyone wanted me to look like.

This was what Gene wants me to look like. 

I stalk out of the bathroom and head out of the room, taking the stairs directly back down to the lobby and walking straight out the door.

I walk around town, looking for a sign. Finally, I see one.

Skin Laser Clinic

GENE'S POINT OF VIEW

"Harry!" I complain as he basically drags me over to the small shack, selling skates. 

"What? This is good for you, trust me!" Harry responds. "What's your shoe size?"

"7." I answer. Harry tells the lady both of our sizes and a minute later she hands us two pairs of skates. I glare at Harry as we walk over to a table to put them on. I notice that more and more people are showing up, and the nervous feeling in my gut grows bigger.

I slowly take my time as I pull the skates onto my feet. Harry stands up, easily balancing on his skates and makes a face at me.

"You definitely need to tighten those." He says, gesturing at my feet.

"What do you mean? I tied them." I glance at my skates, and frown. Nothing seemed to be wrong with them. 

"Haven't you ever gone skating before?" Harry asks. He laughs and crouches down, undoing the small attempt at a knot I had done. I gasp as he loosens and then pulls tightly on the laces over and over again.

"Okay, you're done! Let's go before it gets too crowded." Harry pulls me up and I almost immediately fall. Harry's hands shoot out and grab me, somewhat stabling my feet. 

"How are we suppose to get to the rink?" I ask, leaning heavily against him. 

"We walk, how else?" 

I cling to Harry's arm as we hobble our way over to the rink. My feet had already begun to feel cramped and I tripped every few steps. Harry's arm was the only thing that kept me from breaking my nose.