Scars (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Breaking Down

BREANNA’S POV

I wake up in a foreign bed cuddled up to Liam, my head on his chest. I look up at his face and he looks so peaceful. I run the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip but then quickly stop myself and pull my hand away. Ewww boy cooties.

“Good morning beautiful.” Liam greets and I blush.

“Good morning.” I reply and smile back.

“How did you sleep?” He asks concerned.

“I haven’t slept that well in yonks.” Oh my God I did not just say that.

“Yonks?” He says and laughs but I join him.

“Yeah that’s right, I said it and I’m so not proud of it.” I admit and we both continue laughing.

Liam gets out from under the covers and I frown, I want him back next to me.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“Just to the toilet.” He replies and I giggle, I have no idea why.

When he comes back he returns under the covers and pulls me into his chest, this is so nice just lying together in a comfortab;e silence.

“Let me look at your back again.” Liam says breaking the silence and he sits up.

“Now?” 

“Yes now.” He replies and holds out a pair of pants for me to put on.

“I didn’t want you to feel naked or uncomfortable.”

“Thanks Liam.” I say and slide the grey pants on. I then lift Liam’s shirt up and he examines my scratched back.

“How’s it feeling?”

“Sore.” I reply and let the shirt go; I turn to him and look at his glossy eyes.

“Liam don’t cry.” I say and wrap my arms around his waist.

“I’m not.” His voice comes out wobbly and we sit in silence for a few seconds.

“C’mon, let’s go eat then go to the hospital.” Liam says standing up.

“Liam I’m not going to the hospital!” I yell and he looks taken aback, even hurt.

“But Breanna you’re obviously in pain.” He says calmly and gestures to my back.

“Liam you can’t just tell me what’s wrong with me!”

“I’m just looking out for you.” He says quietly.

“You’re not my boyfriend!” I yell and push past him.

“Breanna I never I said I was…” He trails off but follows me. I turn around and his eyes are glossy once again. Did I say something wrong?

I go to turn the knob on the front door but Liam grabs my hand.

“Liam please don’t make this difficult.” I say as calmly as I can.

“Make what difficult?” He asks hurt.

“You will never understand.” I answer coldly.

“Understand what?” He asks hurt and removes his hand from mine. “Breanna you need to open up and stop pushing everyone that cares about you away!”

And for the millionth time this year I break down crying. I instinctively wrap my arms around Liam and he returns the gesture. Why do I keep doing this? It’s so frustrating because I think I am falling for Liam but I can’t and I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t, yet here I am in his arms.

“Liam what do I do?” I ask once I have calmed down but I still haven’t left his arms.

“About what?”

“Everything.” I reply and I let another tear slide down my cheek.

“I have no idea.” He murmurs.

He lets go and I do too because I feel like if I were to hold on any longer I wouldn’t let go. He steps back a tiny bit and I feel empty and cold. Liam’s eyes scan my body but stop at my wrists and he frowns.

“Have you…?” He starts but doesn’t finish and he doesn’t need to, I know exactly what he is asking and I nod.

Liam nods slowly taking the new information in. “Do you want new bandages?” He asks kindly and the corners of my mouth twitch up.

“That would be nice.” He goes into his bathroom to go and comes back with two bandages.

“Here let me put them on.” I pull my bloody ones off and he slides the new ones on.

“Thanks.” I say quietly and I look up.

“They were new. How new?” He asks concerned.

“Before-I-called-you-last-night new.” I reply looking down and he pulls me in for a short hug.

“I’m sorry.” I say after we let go.

“Don’t be, I understand how hard it is to stop once you find reasons.” Liam explains looking into my dark eyes.

“Do you… um… want to go to the doctors?” I ask giving in and he nods.

He makes an appointment for me which is in a couple of hours and we eat breakfast together while watching the replay of The Vampire Dairies which Liam records every time it’s on. I look at the time and it’s only and an hour until my appointment. I ask Liam if I can have a shower and he nods and tells me to be careful. After I am out I put Liam’s shirt back on.

“Why are you not back in your dress?” He asks when he sees my appearance.

“I don’t want to ever wear those clothes again, they bring back terrible memories of what happened last night. I’m going to give them to charity after I wash them.” I explain.

“Do you want to go to get changed?”

“Yeah that would be smart.” I say to lighten the mood.

We jump in the car and head off back to my place. When I arrive home Simon instantly pulls me into a hug and I try my best not to shriek. He shoots me a million questions even though I texted him to say that I was at Liam’s. I manage to get away to go and change into a pair of jeans and a floral T Shirt.

“Why didn’t you want to go to the hospital?” Liam asks when we are on our to the doctors.

“Too many bad memories.” I reply and give no more information. It takes a few seconds for him to register what that meant.

“Oh Bree I am really sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, you didn’t know.” I say and half smile.

Turns out that I didn’t break my back but there were a lot of bruises and it was going to take time to heal. The doctor said that I wasn’t allowed to go back to work for at least two weeks and to make sure that I get a lot of rest. He gave me a doctor’s certificate to hand to my boss for proof. He also gave me some cream to help heal my scratches.

“Thanks for taking me Liam. I feel better now.” I say as we exit the room.

“It’s alright. I should probably warn you about pictures that will start appearing online of us today. Some people will have bound to have one.” Liam explains and that makes me a little pissed off but I don’t say anything.

We go down to the local charity shop and I donate my whole outfit which included my socks, shoes, bag and jewellery. He then drops me off at my house and he tells me to stay safe.

Me safe?

Always.