Jaylies POV
I stayed silent for the rest of the movie. I don't need Nialls sympathy for my past. I also don't need him to worry about me.
I stayed on the floor with Niall at my side. His arm around me, comforting me. I leaned my head against his warm body and rested. My muscles still tense from my little breakdown.
Everyone stayed silent for my sake. Perrie fell asleep on Zayn, Sophia on Liam Eleanor on Louis, and Alex against the armrest.
"Im going to go take a nap" he said starting to get up.
"Wait" my whisper was urgent.... "Can I come with you...." He looked surprised. I didnt want him to think like that. "Harrys room is next to mine... sooo.." I stopped after the heat rose to my cheeks.
"Sure" he said as he helped me up. He led me down the hall and up the stairs. His room was the first door on the left. The farthest away from my room.
He opened the door and flashes of green orange and white filled my eyes. I'm guessing Ireland's colors. He was proud of his country.
"Wow" I giggle as I look around.
"What you don't like it?" he asks shyly as he looks around the room.
"No... its wonderful!" I smile as his grin reappears.
His bed was a queen sized bed. Bigger than the spare in my room.
"Do you want a shirt to nap in?" he asks holding a white t-shirt with the logo "crazy mofos." He tossed it to me and I smiled.
He turned around as the robe dropped. I was only in my panties and sports bra. I quickly put the shirt on and jumped onto the bed. The shirt came almost to my knees, it was humongous.
Niall wasn't huge, I never got how guys always wore such big shirts.
He sat on top of the covers with me and just stared.
"You look amazing'' he gushes and I blush.
"How long have all you guys been friends?" I question taking the spotlight off of me.
"Seven years" he answered unharmed by my change of subject.
"When did you move into this house? what made you guys decide to move into this house?" I jumble and he chuckles.
"Last year, and we were rebelling against our parents..." he continues to chuckle.
"Why?"
"I don't even remember why we did it... us being new adults made us.... I don't know need space."
"Oh...." I look at my hands and entertwine them. "Have you spoken to your parents?"
"Yeah, but only on their turdy-first wedding anniversary." he faintly smiled as if he were reliving the memory.
"Thats good" I say.
"What about your parents?" he asks.
"I'd rather not talk about it" I say glumly.
"Oh c'mon... you can trust me!" he smiles.
"My dad is dead and I ran away from my mom" I lie about running away.
"Why?" he questions.
"She was a bitch...." I laugh to myself. "And I got tired of it!"
"Bitches be crazy" And I crack up.
"Yes, yes they are" I say recalling the day she held the heavy metal gun. The bang as I was eating my once appetizing breakfast.
Before I knew it, I was crying again. Fuck my past. I hate what is has done to me. I'm in a better place now, I shouldn't be worried about anything.
"There, there" he soothes with his arms open. I oblige and nuzzle into him.
"Thanks Niall, your a great friend" I felt his muscles tense, but I ignored it.
"How 'bout that nap" he beckons as we lay down.
"Sorry if this is awkward" I try to lighten the mood.
"Its fine, I've slept with lots of girls.." he stiffens as I gasp, realizing what he said. "Oh I didn't mean to say that..." He looks down embarrassed.
"Its ok" I say as I turn away from him. I feel the bed dip as he turns and faces the other way.
After a while, I hear the snores of his deep slumber. I haven't been able to sleep for the past couple days, afraid of what my mind would show. I tried to focus on his light snoring, a funny sound I might add.
I stare at his dresser with a picture of his family. They all have the same toothy grin. It brings a smile to my face.
Before I know what's going on, my eyes close with the image of a happy family in my mind.
You may think the outside world is challenging, but in truth your battling with your inner self..... your mind.
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