More than a Friend? {A Connor Franta Fan Fiction}

Complicated

**POV of Julia**

James reached forward at me and shoved me into the car. I tasted blood. Everything went black. All I could hear was faint laughing. Not the warm adorable one I know. A cold, sinister chuckle.

My heartbeat was pounding in my ears. Another figure came out from the darkness, and 3 others running behind.

I heard screaming. My head was still pounding. I slid into a corner next to the car, afraid of what was reaching out for me. I didn't want to open my eyes, to end up seeing a musky man smiling over me. Pulling my knees to my chest, I felt a hand touch my cheek. I flinched, and winced my eyes shut. My face was still burning from James's contact from his hand.

I felt a figure sit next to me, and put their arms around me. Not wanting to lean in, I stayed tensed up and tried to slide away. They grabbed my arm and I whispered

"Please don't" I cried softly, tears escaping my eyes.

The grip loosened and all I could do was softly mumble.

"Connor" I cried out loud. All I wanted was Connor.

"Shhh.....I'm right here......" the person softly cooed. I opened my eyes to see him, smiling gently at me. I buried my face into the crook of his neck and let out short sobs. I was engulfed in Connor's body. Another hand touched my back and I flinched. "It's only Kian babe it's okay" he said. I looked up again, and Kian, JC, and Sam were looking at me, concern in their eyes. JC even looked a little angry.

I cried into Connor, for what seemed like hours. He occasionally kissed my hand and played with my fingers, whispering sweet things as I buried my face into his neck.

"I think we should go and get you cleaned up, then we can talk" he whispered untangling my hair with his fingers. I nodded and he picked me up. He looked worried when I winced and tried not to cry in pain, because of getting shoved into the side of the car. I just stroked his cheek and looked at him we walked to the other side of the car. When we were in, he looked at me again, bruises already forming.

~~at Connor's and the boy's house~~

"Where is everyone else?" I asked Connor, still in his arms.

"They are staying at Andrea's new house tonight, and JC is probably coming here to help watch you." he explained. I gave him a look and he sighed.

"I can't watch you all by myself, what if I have to pee or something?" he said chuckling

"Well you'll have to hold it in." I said giggling. Connor pouted and walked me to the bathroom.

"Now let's see the damage" he said lifting me up on the sink counter. He pulled out a first aid kit. He lifted my chin up to examine my face. I was brusied on my cheek and scraped on my face in a couple places.

"How did you get that?" I questioned, gesturing towards his split lip and dried blood near his chin. He ignored my curiosity and cleaned a scrape, making me pull back, abruptly.

"Sorry, I know it hurts" he said holding my face up. His face was concentrating on fixing me. "I'm so sorry" he said, still wiping the cut.

"What do you mean?" I questioned. "obviously you didn't do this" I answered honestly. Because he didn't do this. James did.

Connor's voice started to crack, as he spoke.

"I feel like it's my fault, I shouldn't of let you go by yourself.......he got what he deserved" he said coldly.

Not wanting to know what he did to James, I stayed quiet. In fact, I stayed quiet for a while.. Connor's small attempts to speak failed, as I walked out of the bathroom. My side was really starting to hurt, worse than before. As I stumbled foward, Connor saw me griping my waist.

"What's th-" he said, looking at the blood on my shirt. I had gotten scraped and there was an open cut, bleeding out. "Get back in here, we have to bandage that." I hesitated in the doorway. Connor can't examine my sides, oh please no. He has seen me shirtless before, but he was to distracted by our contact he hasn't asked me about it.

He lifted me on the sink again and I tensed up. Connor lifted my shirt up over my head and went straight to the source of bleeding. It wasn't so bad, not bleeding so much. The stain was mostly dried blood from before.

As Connor cleaned it and put a bandage on, he started to trace around my chest and waist. I tried not to cry as his fingers traced the faded cuts on my sides, to the ones right under the edge of my bra. I held back the urge to swat his hands away, and storm out.

I watched as his eyes became glossy, and fiddled with the ends of my hair.

"Why?" his voice croaked, trying to look me in the eye.

"I dunno" I lied. "It's fine" I said blankly,  brushing past him out the door. Connor followed me to his bedroom like a lost puppy. Not a word was said as he stripped down, and I did too.

"Can I have a shirt or some pajamas?" I asked, not looking directly at him.

"No........." he said running his fingers through his hair. "........please.....I want to see them" he said, making tears fall down my cheeks. Connor slowly walked to the bed and I followed, laying underneath the covers. I stayed on the other side of the bed. I really don't wanna talk to anyone about this, including Connor. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.

After pacing around the room in frustration,  he turned off the light and shut the door behind him. The last thing I want right now is to be alone. I don't want to talk, but I need someone to hold me, be with me. And the only person I would want to be that person is Connor.

I laid in the bed for a few hours, hoping he would come back to me. He never did.......

I stumbled out of his room, grabbing a button up shirt as I left. I walked downstairs and saw JC with his coat on.

"Where is Connor?" I asked, which seemed to startle him.

"I dunno, he seemed upset then left about 2 hours ago in his car. He told me he had to get away from everything" I stood there blankly. "I have no idea what he ment though, sorry" he said grabbing his keys. "I'm going to go look for him, I'll come back if I find him." JC said as I just stood there. It's all my fault. Connor ran away from me.......he can't deal with me. He doesn't deserve this. He shouldn't have to deal with my problems too. Why does this always happen? No one cares, not even Connor. I let him see my scars, yet he still abandoned me......just like everyone else.

I ran to Connor's bathroom and locked the door. I rummaged through the draws until I found it. I took the blade out and held it against my side. The metal felt cold, but was satisfied by warmth soon enough. I cried and collapsed to the floor, curling in a ball. I layed on the floor until I heard knocking, just as everything went dark.

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