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Chapter 7 - In Another's Eyes

Okay, so for this short chapter, it is going to be in Niall's eyes. Mainly his thoughts though. I felt like it could clear things up that were misunderstood. Enjoy. Xox

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I felt her breathing steady, slower than the normal beat. Inhale, exhale, slow and steady. My mind was still blurry with thoughts as I watch her sleep quietly.

Her frail, pointed chin and her lightly freckled cheeks that blush so easily make her seem doll like, flawless and perfect in every way. Her dark blonde hair caressing her cheekbones, parted off to the side with a slight swish. How could anyone hurt her? She seemed so...tiny. A small girl in a huge world. She didn't deserve these things presented to her. Her abusive step-father who was on the loose, the painful fame, and the thoughts of perverted hosts, all things that no girl should have to deal with. Yet she is.

What was coming over me? I had just met this girl what seemed like minutes ago, all the secrets still held inside begging to be let out, yet somehow I felt more attached to this girl than anyone else. Maybe it was the protective side of me, seeing her scars.

I lay next to her, just watching her sleep soundly, hopefully not having nightmares. She rolls over, curling into a little ball. She must be cold.

I sat up, careful not to wake her as I gently tuck my hands under her back, lifting her up with ease. I pull back the covers, tucking her under the soft blankets. She instantly grasps the pillow, cuddling with it as she situates in her sleep.

I sigh, walking slowly over to the window. I thought my life was hard, but after hearing her story I realize how narrow-minded I was. This girl has almost died more times than I've probably gotten even close to a near death experience. Her mom in a rehab, her real dad in jail and her step-dad chasing after her. Not to mention living in a small apartment with her friend for a life. It seemed so hard, just trying to make a living, doing the things people dare to do just to hopefully get a job.

It hurt me in the inside still, just thinking of the whip hit her, as she screamed in pain, trying to crawl away. I felt tears swell in my eyes as I imagined her going to school the next day covered in bruises, giving the simple excuse, "I tripped and fell," or "I really don't know..." It just killed me. Killed me. I wanted to just kick this guy's ass, he ruined this poor girl's life! The anger inside of me I couldn't put to words as I turned sharply, pacing the room in anger.

This guy makes me sick to my stomach, killing innocent people! And Emma being so close to adding to the toll. That makes more tears well in my eyes and makes my anger flurry. I just felt like punching a wall. Seriously. I just wanted to turn and punch the wall. But I didn't. Instead I glanced over at Emma, watching as she laid there curled under the mound of blankets.

I smiled softly, seeing her lay there like an angel. I slowly walked over to the bed, glancing at the clock- 6;43, as I carefully crawled into the bed next to her. I tried not to wake her, as I slowly got comfortable and fell fast asleep with my arm around her.