"What are you talking about? What has he done to you?" He said, sitting up quickly, and I followed him in sitting up. I decided the only way to tell Liam was to show him the scar. No matter how calm I would try to be during my explanation of everything, he would keep getting more angry, so why not just show him and then explain?
"I am going to tell you, but first I have to show you." I took my shirt off so that I was just in my sports bra, and then after taking a huge breath, I turned my back towards him. I could hear him crying as he ran his fingers softly along the scar. "There is a reason I haven't been wearing tank tops or if I have, I have been wearing jackets or cardigans... I didn't want you to know. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? Why on earth would you need to be sorry?" He turned me back around and helped me put my shirt back on. "Tell me everything." He said calmly, holding my hands between us.
"He yells at me a lot, like a lot. I caught him cheating once and I know he has cheated more than just that one time because of word of mouth, but I can't break up with him. Every time I try to, we get in a huge fight and he hits me and then kisses me and tells me how sorry he is and then I always end up staying with him. Anyways, the day we left, I went to his house, you know? Well, he got super mad at me for leaving for so long and we started fighting and I will admit he was drunk, anyways, I told him that I was done and that I was breaking up with him. So instead of hitting me, he shoved me against a wall and something was sticking out of it, I don't know what, but where the scar is widest, that's where I slammed into it, and then when I fell to the ground, it slid up my back, cutting me more and all the way onto my shoulder blade. I was screaming in pain and there was blood all over the place. His dad is a doctor so he stitched it up for me and Gemma showed up when they were putting the bandages on it, so she knew. Preston told her it was all an accident and then when I was leaving, he kissed me and told me he loved me and that he was sorry. Ever since then we have been fighting on the phone and I just keep giving into him whenever he says that we aren't breaking up." I couldn't tell if Liam was sad or so beyond the point of angry that he couldn't speak.
"Liam?" I said, already in tears. He laid me down and then cuddled close to me.
"I am so sorry Spencer. I promise that I will take care of him. Just go to sleep." I nuzzled into him, wiping away my last tears, and his. I should have told him earlier, probably before I got the scar.
When I woke up, Liam was still sound asleep. They didn't have anything before the concert today, so I did not blame him for still being out at nine a.m. . I scooted from underneath his arm and out of the bed. I headed out to the kitchen and put the kettle on for some morning tea.
Once I had my tea, I decided to sit on the couch, but it was already occupied. I didn't see him before, but he was sitting straight up, wide awake, eyes red with exhaustion. Seeing him made me jump and spill some scalding tea on my hand. I set it down quickly and then went around the couch to see him. He looked straight at me, frowning, with a tear or two trickling their way down his cheeks.
"Niall, are you okay?" I asked, reaching forward to grab his hand, but he pulled back. I did the same in reaction to his movement. He remained silent. "Niall, please talk to me. You were crying last night and you are again. What is going on?"
He took a deep breath and leaned his head back a little in attempt to stop his tears that kept coming. "I can't handle this. I can't handle you not talking to me. This is killing me Spencer. It has been bothering me since that television interview, and I thought I was getting over it, I thought I could. And then I decided to rearrange my backpack and guess what was in the bottom of it? Your shorts and my shirt, the ones you use when you stay over with me. Well, when you used to that is." His face was completely enveloped in his hands now as he sobbed heavily. I didn't know what to do, he didn't want me to touch him, and after telling Liam everything last night, I was completely ready to talk to Niall again. I just didn't know if he was ready to talk to me.
"Niall, I..." I was at a loss for words and seeing him cry like this was absolutely unbearable.
"Spencer, please come back to me. I can't do this tour without you, you are my best friend and not being able to talk to you makes me tired and feel awful and my performances have not been great, I am getting sick, this is literally tearing me apart. Please, I am begging you." He said, wiping his face. I was crying now too, so he reached forward and wiped the few tears that were falling down my face. I stood up to take a breath and decided that the back patio would have better air than in here. Thankfully, he followed me, closing the door behind us.
I went straight to the railing and looked down to just breathe. It was interesting to watch a single tear drop fall until it hit the pavement below.
"Spencer..." He said softly, placing his hand on my back. I stood up straight and turned to face him.
"I haven't been sleeping well for the past few weeks, I can't think straight, Gemma is probably incredibly sick of me, I feel like I am going insane. Preston keeps telling me that I need to come home to be with him, but I don't want that at all, I just never want to see him again and now that I told Liam everything and showed him the scar, it feels a bit more relieving but I still..."
"Scar? What scar?" He said, interrupting me. I hadn't told him yet.
