Bones [a One Direction fanfic]

Chapter 11

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I changed to sweatpants and a t-shirt and put my wet hair up in a loose bun. It was cold, I looked around for my cardigan, but then Harry came into my room. Still shirtless. His sudden appearnce made my heart beat faster. What the hell is this?

"I think this is yours." He says lending me my cardigan.

I reach out to grab it, with my left arm, revealing my cuts, glowing red, making it impossible to miss them. He grabs my wrist before I can pull it back, and looks at me with a concerned look. He pulls me closer, as I feel my cheeks turn pink. I look down. I can't look at him.

"Jade..." He whispers in shock. "W-hat... why?"

I keep looking down, unable to speak. I can't talk about it. My cheeks burn.

"Jade... answer me."

I shake my head.

"I-I... it's nothing." I say with a low voice, trying to pull back my arm. He grabs it harder.

"Yes it is." He says with a higher voice.

He pulls me closer, puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head so I have to look at him. He looks... hurt.

"Tell me." He whispers. His eyes are shining, Like stars. The intense green colour is almost glowing, burning through me, burning my anxiety away. "You can trust me."

His tight grip around my wrist loosens, I pull it back, sighing.

"I had reasons at the time... now... it just sounds stupid." I say biting my lip. "I'm fine. Really."

I suddenly realize how close he is. I can feel his breath on my forehead. My heart beats even faster. I get that familiar feeling... It's almost like deja vu, I've felt like this before, I just can't put my finger on what this is.

He sighs.

"Okay..." He says slowly backing away.

But. I want him to stay.

Wait, did I just think that?

"But if you ever need anyone to talk to, you know where to find me, or any of the other boys."

He gives me a heart stopping smile and leaves the room.

I put my cardigan on and step outside the room. The maid has done good job, it looks like we never had Water War III. Louis is drying his hair with a towel, Niall and Demi are talking and laughing on the couch, Liam is on his phone (probably tweeting fans) and Zayn suddenly appears, dry hair and clothes.

"How'd you dry so fast?" I ask with curios.

He gives me a crooked grin.

"I hid under my bed." Now grinning with his teeth. "Can't risk messin' up my precious hair, can I?"

I laugh. He's so vain. Harry enters the room, now with a shirt on. Liam tells us to gather around the couch. I sit on the couch with Demi and Niall on my left and Louis to my right. Liam on the armchair and Zayn and Harry standing.

"So..." Liam says looking at me. "How did it go?"

Demi looks at me, I look at her.

"Good..." I say now looking at Liam. "I guess."

"She did great." Demi says smiling.

I smile back. The boys cheer and clap their hands.

"But." Demi adds, muting the boys. "The first step of recovery is to admit that you want to, and will recover."