A different side to one direction

Deep

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My vision is hazy, figures blurry in front of me. Something cold is pressed against my forehead. The floor is chilly also. I blink once or twice.

"Look! She's gaining consciousness!" Four shapes rush around me. I feel woozy and all I cansee are their indistinct faces. I try to sit up but some kind of force pushes against me, holding me on the floor.

"Don't move." A resonating voice advises as a hand is pressed on my shoulder to keep me laid down.

 I whimper in complaint and stubbornly try sitting up without much success.

"Niall, Harry, help the stubborn girl sit." The voice continues. Two pairs of hands carefully lift me up a sitting position, and help me keep it. I automatically hold the icepack in place on my head.

"Soph, how many fingers can you see?" The same voice echoes, holding up at my face what looks like twelve fingers at a time. I try focusing on them.

"Seven." I reply shakingly. "No. Eight if you stop moving. Or maybe six?" My head throbs painfully. "I don't know!" I give up angrily, throwing the ice pack in frustration.

"Don't yell, you're making things worse for yourself." I now identify Liam as the one talking. Louis is the one that brings the ice pack back to me, softly pressing it the bump on my head.

"Keep it there, or it'll swell." He says.

"Then let it swell." I sigh negatively, taking the ice pack off my forehead. Louis rolls his eyes in irritation but I ignore him, looking around. Ok. Why am I in the bathroom?

"Now." Liam snaps his fingers to get my attention. "How many fingers?" He asks, clearly holding up four digits.

"Four." I say assuredly.

"Good." It's his turn to sigh. "It's not that bad."

"What isn't that bad?" I ask, not recalling any recent happenings.

"You have a minor brain concussion." Liam explains. "Symptoms are memory loss, headaches,nausea and vomiting. You'll also be easily upset or confused." He announces.

"What happened to me? I mean, what was the accident that took place before I woke up on the floor of the bathroom?" I ask, rubbing my temples. Harry and Niall let go of my back, and all the four boys place themselves in front of me, serious looks on their faces.

"I left you alone in the bathroom. Then you probably..." Harry was struggling with his words.

"Y-you started cut-t-tting... " Niall continues eyeing my arms, voice wavering slightly. His emotions get the better of him. "A-a-and then there was sooo much blo-blood a-and you lost balance I guess."

"You fell and most likely hit your head on the marble floor, because when I came in to check on you, I found you as white as a sheet, almost floating in a puddle of blood. It was horrible." The younger boy was on the verge of tears.

"He yelled for us to come and help you. We managed to stop the blood flow and all, but you wouldn't wake up." Liam continues, looking at me with soft eyes.

"We panicked, automatically thinking the worst, but then you were breathing." Louis finishes.

"I'm just so glad you're okay Soph." Niall says, almost teary eyed. "We would've been murderers..."

I look at the five fresh marks in the inside of my arms, the memory slowing returning.

"What do you remember Soph?" Harry probes, his eyes red. He was trying not to cry at the memory also.

"All. It's all coming back..." I say softly and slowly. "Zayn raped me...You guys started fighting because of what happened to me....I felt guilty since you guys usually never fight and I started cutting. Turns out I cut a little too deep this time." I end, my fingers tracing the red marks. "Where isZayn?"

"He went out for a bit. He didn't think you'd go all suicide, and now he feels bad." Liam explains.

"He deserves to feel bad! Look what he did to her!" Harry explodes, motioning me. I close my eyes.

"We are not getting back into this Harry." Louis groans. "Zayn is gonna apologize and it's gonna be Sophie that'll decide whether or not she accepts his apologies!"

"But she-!"

"Could you please stop yelling? You're giving me a headache." I say quietly, grabbing my head into my hands. "I think I'm gonna go rest for a bit..." I say, standing up wobbily.  

Hands automatically grab me and help me gain a stable balance.

I groan as my stomach suddenly gives an abnormal jerk, a disgusting substance making its way to my mouth. I find myself running for the toilet, before emptying my insides in it.

A hand softly rubs my back as I vomit again, another person holding my hair up. Confused, I'm on the brim of tears, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The boys on my heels, I head to the sink, washing my mouth and hands. As soon as I see the scars and I start sobbing, tears streaming freely down my face.

"Shhh. It's okay love... everything'll be just fine." Niall's Irish voice soothes me, before engulfing me into a hug. Somebody picks me up, but it's not Niall.

Harry's green orbs meet my teary ones.

"I'll bring you to bed Soph. You need to rest." He says quietly, bringing me out of the bathroom. Carefully, he lays me on the bed and tucks me in before kissing my forehead. I sigh softly at his gentle touch.

He's about to leave but I stop him in his tracks.

"Harry?"

"Hmm...?" He responds turning back around.

"Could you sing me to sleep please?" I ask quietly, not sure if he'd accept or not. To my surprise, he lies beside me in the bed and pulls me closer to him.

"What do you wanna hear?" He questions, his thumb pad making circles on my cheek.

"Anything. Just sing please." I sigh, already being soothed by his gentle caresses.

 Harry starts singing softly.

Isn't she lovely

Isn't she wonderful

Isn't she precious

Less than one minute old

I never thought through love we'd be

Making one as lovely as she

But isn't she lovely made from love

I smile as he starts playing with wisps of my hair, my eyelids closing without my permission.

"Are you still awake sweetheart?" He whispers.

I gently nod and he continues his signing.

Isn't she pretty

Truly the angel's best

Boy, I'm so happy

We have been heaven blessed

I can't believe what God has done

Through us he's given life to one

But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she lovely

Life and love are the same

Life is Aisha

The meaning of her name

Londie, it could have not been done

Without you who conceived the one

That's so very lovely made from love

I drift to sleep as he kisses my forehead, leaving me alone with torturous dreams.

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