That One Night

Chapter 44

SOPHIA'S POV

As I arrive at the bathroom door, I go in and lock the door, making sure that the guys don't barge in. Being in here gives me the chance to think straight. My father is gone...

I begin to feel my warm salty tears faling down my already tear stained cheeks. Why does this have to happen to me?

Even though I didn't really know him all that well, he was still family.

Yes, Harry, Louis and Niall were comforting but I hardly know any of them.

Everything has taken a big hit on me and it feels like I've fallen down so far.

I met this Irish bad boy with tattoos inked on many inches of his body, to have it turn out that his appearance is the only reason why people find him someone who you don't want to mix with. His friends are the same.

They were there and I have no one else at this moment. They are the closest things to a friend apart from Ali whose obviously got her mind filled with Jake. I needed someone to tell, and I guess that they were the next best thing.

I reach for my phone with my cold and clammy hands. My hands are sweating and I can feel my phone slip from underneath my grip.

I watch it tumble to the tiled floor of the bathroom, staring blanky as I witness the screen smash. I didn't even try to stop it, instead I took in the sound of each individual cracking sound from the screen.

After a while of standing there, I reach for my phone. Glass had escaped from once being secure and was now in my hand. Blood began to pool into my palms but I welcomed the unfamiliar feeling. I felt the pain inside vanish for a short period of time.

Realizing that the blood made its way down my arm and to the floor, I reach for the sink to clean up the mess that I have caused. The pain went away from my hand and I felt empty inside once again. I didn't want to be able to only feel pain on the inside any more.

So I searched for any more loose pieces of glass on the floor and finally with some luck, there was a piece. I reached down and collected it with my still bloody hand. Once, just once.

It glides across my skin and once again I welcome the pain. it feels good being able to control the pain. More blood is covering my arm and in a weird way, it's beautiful.

I chuck out the last piece of glass and once again I'm at the sink cleaning myself up. The guys out there would probably be getting a little suspicious as to why I've been in here so long. It doesn't take someone 20 minutes to go to the toilet.

I use some toilet paper t o cover up the visible cuts and try and hide them as best as I can. As I come into view of the guys once again their eyes go directly to my covered up hand.

"what's that?" Niall asks and points to my hand which is still covered by the now bloodied toilet paper.

I take out my phone to use as the evidence.

"I just dropped my phone and the glass just got my hand as I picked it up. It's nothing really."

"Let me see." Niall insists

"No. It's fine." I fire back

"Just let me see. There could still be glass in your hand" Niall begins to close the gap between the two of us.

"I said that I was fine." I raise my voice.

"Just let me...." Niall reaches for my hand and we all watch as the toilet paper that was coving my arm and hand fall swiftly to the ground.

No....

(I'm so so so so so so so sorry that it's been forever since I last updated. School is limiting my writing time and I'm also working on another book with my friend which will hopefully be published soon. Sorry again. I'm gonna try and work on this as much as possible.

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