Abused

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A bright light hit my eyes as I opened them. I looked around the room, seeing blue walls with white outlining. There was a window over to the far left side of the room. I stood up, walking over to the window and squinting as I looked outside. It was still my town that I lived in; nothing had changed. I turned my head, looking around the whole room as I tried to identify my surroundings. The floor was a copper coloured carpet, looking okay with the blue and white walls. A small noise was coming from the ceiling. I looked up to see a brown ceiling fan spinning in circles, giving off a small breeze. I looked over at where I was once sleeping and noticed the bed was framed with a metal frame and a white mattress. The thick, royal blue blankets were messily spread out across the bed from where I had slept. To the side of the bed, a white dresser sat with a glass, white lamp placed to the closest spot by the bed. A picture frame was next to the lamp with a picture of a family. From where I stood, I couldn't make out who they where.

I walked over to the stand where the picture frame sat. I picked up the small, black square and looked closely at the photo. A girl with long, brown hair and green eyes. She was smiling and showing off her perfect, white teeth. She had her arm around a boy. His hair was just as brown as hers, only curly, and shorter. I saw the dimpled smile and the jade green eyes the boy had. Taking only a moment, I realized the boy was Harry. This must be his house.

I walked over to the white painted door and turned the knob. A small clicking sound was heard, showing the door was unlocked. I opened the door and walked out into the hall. The house was neatly set up, the hallway having a brown and tan coloured carpet going down to the bedrooms each. I saw a stair case and headed down it, assuming Harry was downstairs. I walked down, seeing my two bags beside the front door. I rubbed my eyes, realizing what had happened. I past out on the side of the road and Harry found me, I thought. "Hey?" I squeaked out, hoping only Harry would hear me if anyone did. "Niall? That you?" A boy asked. The accent didn't seem to belong to Harry, though. "Y--yeah. . ." I trailed off and headed towards the kitchen, following the voice. "Hey, in the kitchen." He said.

I walked into the kitchen to see Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Harry all sitting at the round, wooden table. "Hey, Niall! You're okay!" Louis yelled, engulfing me into a big hug. I hugged back, soon pulling away when I remembered what Hunter had told me. "Everything alright, mate?" He asked. "Yeah, 'm fine, just a bit claustrophobic kicking in." I lied with a fake half smile. "Alright, well, sit and have something to eat." Louis smiled at me. I grimaced at the thought of eating. "Yeah," I whispered and sat beside Louis and Liam. "How ya feeling, love?" Liam asked, setting an arm around my shoulder. "Been better." I pressed my lips into a straight line. "Need to talk to you later 'bout something important. That alright?" Liam whispered into my ear as if nobody else could hear. I gulped and nodded, visibly tensing at what Liam could want.

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"So, Niall, what happened? Like, why where you on the side of the road?" Zayn questioned. "I, well, I--" I stuttered, scooting closer to Louis where we sat on Harry's blue sofa. I took a deep sigh, restarting my sentence. "I got in a fight with my brother and he told me to leave, so I left for the night. I'm fine, though. And, thank you, Harry. I could have been hit by a car or kiddnapped,"
"Or raped." Zayn added with a small bit of laughter. "Rapes not a joke!" I yelled, instantly regretting it. Everybody's eyes were on me as my face grew red. "A bit defensive there now, are we?" Harry responded, raising an eyebrow at me. "I--um, fuck. Sorry." I whispered, bowing my head. "It's alright, mate. Don't worry." Harry smiled, reaching over and petting my back lightly.

About five more minutes of talking, I asked to use the restroom. "Yeah, it's upstairs to the right." Harry pointed up the stairs. I smiled and nodded. Walked up the stairs, I felt a small bit dizzy, not enough to faint though. I opened the bathroom door and walked in, seeing the clean room that was dressed up with bathroom products everywhere. Just as I was about to unzip my pants, the door flung open again. I pulled my pants back up the little ways they were down and looked behind me. Liam. "H--hey?" I asked quietly. "Hey, can I just be forward?" Liam asked with sympathy. I nodded slowly, going to cross my arms. Just before I could cross my left arm, Liam grabbed it, pulling my sleeve up. "What are these?"

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