Niall
Jill goes to the shore and takes off her clothes. God I bet she has the perfect body. I turn around before she can get fully into the water and I see these.. scars on her waist. I can see she's scared of me finding out. Too late.
"W-what is that? On you w-waist?" I stutter. She stops moving and lets the waves crash onto her.
"This? O-oh it's nothing. J-just a few cuts." She gathers her words, turning her face to me. They look worse when I just glanced by them.
"That's not just a few cuts Jill." I state, her face now going to white as a ghost.
"It's h-hard to e-explain." She confesses, trying to let it go. The sun was barely out anymore but it looked amazing against her tanned skin. Almost like a glow. I walk towards her and take her hands in mine.
"You're worth it, please stay. We can talk about later?" I have to ask more as a question in case she snaps at me. This day has been going so well I don't want it to end like that.
"No please just leave it be. I don't want to talk about it. Ever." She snaps at me, letting go from my grasp and walking towards shore.
"Jill I can't do that. I care about you too much." I state, making her stop in her tracks.
"You're joking right? You know I don't want to cause a scene or anything but I'd like to go home and oh yeah just forget this whole day happened because I know once tomorrow comes you will be your same old jerk ass self and put me down with more harsh words just to make me feel more insecure about myself than I already am. So just take me home and cut the nice crap out okay? You don't need to play the 'nice card' just because you feel sorry for me." She snaps again, her words cutting deeper into me this time.
I know if I say anything I'll blow my top on her and I am trying to change just for her whether she likes it or not. Whether she likes ME or not. I don't care. I'm not playing the nice card for her. I am truly sorry for what happened before I left for X-Factor but the fact that she doesn't understand that gets me so pissed off.
"Fine. Lets get you home." I snap back, getting out of what is now the frigid water. I feel like I've been frozen to the sand beneath the water but yet I can still move.
Jill
Does he really even care? I know he is just playing around with me that way he gets what he wants. I'm so sick of him lying to me since what.... yesterday? I can't believe him. Who does he think he is? He needs to know that he is a true asshole and that I won't stand for it.
"Are you sure you don't want to go back to the beach?" He asks me, breaking the silence but increasing the tension between us.
"Yes." I state, trying to avoid any conversation that pops up.
"Okay." He states back, revealing no emotion behind his simple words. Gosh I wish he would understand me. He would never understand the pain I feel from him. All those years that I was left alone, that was until scarlet came along, but she never completely filled the empty space called my heart.
I didn't realize I was digging my nails into my wrists until Niall grabbed my hand to stop me.
"You don't understand." I sigh, flinching back from his touch that I crave more and more each second I'm not in his arms.
What is wrong with me? I don't like Niall. No. I don't like Niall. I don't like Niall. I don't want Niall. I don't want Niall. I don't LOVE Niall. I don't LOVE Niall. I repeat in my head, trying to get my dirty thoughts to the back of my mind. This is all so crazy. I don't understand myself from the past day and a half. No. It can't be true. No way in hell would I think of being with him.
"Yes I do Jill. That's what YOU don't understand." He throws back at me, driving down my street.
"No Niall, you really don't know what I go through. At all." I snap, getting quickly out of the car as he parks it in the driveway.
"Oh really? Then tell me then, what makes your life so hard that I don't understand. Because I'd really like to know that one." He fires back, following me up the stairs and into my room.
"Well the fact that my mother tortures me everyday, that I only have one friend, I get bullied everyday in school, and oh yeah YOU LEFT ME FOR 3 FRICKEN YEARS NIALL!" I yell back, getting fresh clothes from my drawer.
"Hey you know I didn't mean to leave you for 3 years and never talk to you again. I never meant to hurt you." He says quietly in my room while I change in the bathroom.
"Oh really? Because you did a pretty good job at it." I snap, fighting the urge not to cry or slap him in the face.
"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT GOES ON IN MY LIFE EXCEPT WORRYING IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE OR NOT? HUH?! DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT I GO THROUGH!??" He yells back, catching me off guard. I'm a little scared, so I just nod while he paces back and fourth across my room. Then I hear a little sniffle.
Is he.... crying?
"Okay Jill you want it. You're gonna get it. I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I never meant to hurt you or leave you without saying goodbye. I was just caught up in the moment you know? And when me and the lads started the group, I left the gang I was in because they all thought I was a pussy, but I don't need to worry about them. Well, anyway. When we started getting big I was getting the most hate out of all the guys from people. Telling me 'go kill yourself you leprechaun.' or 'you're not even a good singer, why don't you leave the band so it's better.'. People hated me Jill. And they still do. Look no one knows about what I'm about to show you, but I trust you so I'm gonna show you." He says, the bile in my throat swelling and rising.
He lifts up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a lot of tatoos.
"Touch it." He states, as I bring my hand over the inked skin. I flinch back at the bump on the skin which I take in a little longer, realizing he has a bunch of scars.
"These tattoos cover up my scars from all the hate. Every time someone would hate on me I-" I stop him mid sentence because I know I don't want to hear the rest as I place my lips onto his. I can taste the mintiness in his breath and the saltiness in my tears streaming down my face.
"Niall I'm s-so sorry. I didn't k-know you had it t-that bad. Stay in my room tonight? Please?" I forcefully ask as he wipes the tears away from my face, gladly nodding at my invitation. He grabs my hand and walks me over to my bed. He lays down on it as I slide next to him and he puts his arms around me. It was already 10 and I was tired from our fight and the day we had. It was the best yet the worse and I wouldn't change a second of it. I started to drift off into a sleep before I heard his last words.
"I love you Jill."
Am I really falling in love with my "best friend" all over again?
Heyyy! Sorry I haven't updated much. But woah! Thanks for the reads and votes! I love it! The last time I checked my story was at 199 reads and votes now its above 200 reads and 18 votes! Love you guys <333 I might update this week I'm not sure I have a lot of tests this week :/
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