The Past (on hold)

Chapter 4

A/N: Hey everybody!

I have two things that I wanna say before I let you read the next chapter.

1. I woke up this morning to find out that I already had 30 reads! Wow. I honestly never thought I'd get that many. Just.. Wow! So I decided that it'd be nice to update as a kind of celebration fot the 30 reads I've got. I know it's not much, But I really didn't think I'd ever get this many reads!

2. Okay so, I had to change the first two chapters a little, so the story would make more sense later. So please, check the first two chapters before reading this one. Thank you very much!

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~iisa

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*ALEKSANDRA'S P.O.V.*

*July 19th (Tuesday) 2 pm.*

During the last two weeks, I had been texting with Niall every single day after we met in the stairwell. We also went for a coffee a few times. We got to know each other better and we became really good friends. I also made few new friends.

I had also been looking for a job, but it hadn't been successful yet. I was still gonna continue trying though.

At the moment, I was sitting in my apartment, on my sofa, when my phone suddenly buzzed. I grabbed my phone from the table next to me and saw that it was a text from Niall. I opened the text and read it. "Hey A! How are you? Ni xx" it said. I smiled. When we were texting once, Niall asked me if he could just use the first letter of my name when he texted with me, cause he said that 'Aleksandra' is so long and that he's lazy. I had allowed him to use it. I don't have a nickname yet, but maybe I figure out one at some point.

I quickly typed an answer to Niall saying: "Hey Ni! I'm good! How are you? A xx". I pressed 'send' and put my phone down and continued reading. Soon my phone buzzed again. I opened the text and it said: "That's nice to hear and I'm fine! Umm.. I was wondering, do you have any plans for tomorrow? Ni xx". "That's good! And nope, I don't have any plans for tomorrow. Why? A xx" I answered to him. I continued reading again and after about 5 minutes, my phone buzzed. "Would you like to come over tomorrow? The rest of the boys would like to meet you :) Ni xx" the text said. I answered saying: "Yeah I'd love to! :) A xx". I sat there with a huge smile plastered on my face. Niall soon sent another text for mesaying: "Yay! Is 3 pm good for you? Ni xx". "Yeah, that's good! A xx" I answered quickly. "Okay, good! See you tomorrow then! Ni xx". "See you! A xx".

*Tuesday evening*

I had just come back home from a walk. I was getting more nervous when the night went on so I had decided to go for a walk in hope getting my mind off of tomorrow even for a moment. I was nervous and anxious for many reasons.

First I was anxious that they might recognize who I actually am because I had got meet&greet passes and tickets to their concert two years ago. I hadn't changed that much since then. Only the length and colour of my hair had changed. But on the other hand they met so many fans all the time that I think it's impossible to remember only one girl.

The second thing I was nervous about was that I was gonna mess up my words really badly or do something else embarrassing.

And the third thing is that because of my dad I had always been kinda scared of males. That's why I didn't really know how to act around them.

I had changed into my pyjamas and went to bed. I checked my facebook and chatted with my mum and with two of my friends. I soon closed my Facebook and started to read a book. Around 11.30 pm. I fell asleep.

*Wednesday morning*

Today is the day I'm going to meet the boys. I woke up around 10 am. At first I went to take a shower. I was nervous and I knew that a hot shower would help me to calm down. At least a little. After shower I wore my favourite, high waisted skinny jeans and a loose white t-shirt with text on it, saying "Survivor". When I had sawn the shirt I had to get it. I wore a aqua coloured tank top under it. I blow dried my hair and made a fishtail braid to the other side of my head. I put on my normal make-up.

I checked the time. It was only 11.30 pm. I logged in to Skype and talked to my brothers for a moment. Then I decided to read the book I started last evening.

Reading was one of my favourite things to do. I absolutely loved reading. When I still lived with my parents I had usually been reading in my room. When I read I can kinda get lost in my own world. And most of the time I had so bad bruises that I could hardly walk.

I had so many scars all over my body cause sometimes my dad had hit me with a bottle or with something else sharp and I got cuts. Then when my dad went to sleep I cleaned the cuts and bandaged them. I had had my own hidden first aid kit in my room so I wouldn't wake up my mum at the middle of night.

Once I got a really bad hit from bottle and the bottle was broken and the pieces of glass pressed through my skin and I wasn't able to take them of by my self, so I called a taxi to take me to hospital. That was weird because it was around noon and my dad usually don't drink during a day.

When I got to the hospital the taxi driver -who was a woman and very kind- helped me to get in with my injured foot. The nurse said it was pressed so deep that they had to do a surgery to get the pieces removed. I had told them that it was an accident. That I had broken a glass by falling off from a counter with a glass in my hand. I told the same story to my mum and she believed it too. I had always told the same fake story to everyone who asked about that scar. And everyone believed it.

I went to a surgery later that day and got to go back home at the same evening. I had to use crutches for like two weeks. It would have been painful enough without all of the cuts in my hands and all of the time I just got new cuts and bruises. But there had happened something during the surgery and I got an injury to a nerve in my foot. It's very painful and unfortunately it's unfixable. And now I have to take several painkillers, to be able to live with the pain. The medication was also the reason why I wasn't allowed to drink any alcohol, at all. It didn't bother me though.

 I basically never wore shorts or tank tops or dresses. Almost always I had jeans and some kind of shirt that covered my shoulders cause that's where the most of my scars are. At my shoulders and legs.

Oh shit! I had got lost into my thoughts again. And I promised to myself that after I moved here I wouldn't be worrying about the past.

I checked the time and saw it was already 2.15 pm. I quickly put the book away and went for the fridge to get out the left overs from yesterday. I warmed the food in the microwave and then ate. I was done around 2.40 pm. I quickly washed the dishesh and then I put my summercoat on an wore my flats. I don't know if it was a good thing cause the scar from the surgery was easily noticeableable but I didn't have time to think about that. I grabbed my keys and phone. The clock was now 2.57 pm. and I walked out of my apartment and locked the door. I started walking slowly to downstairs. When I reached Niall's door I breahted deep in and out and then pressed the doorbell.

*A/N*

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