One Thing ~~~ One Direction FanFiction

One Thing Chapter Five

Warning: Somewhat grapic material in this chapter. Nothing to bad. But a hint: Rivers past might show up in this chapter (:

Sorry if this is a crappy chapter, I'm trying to get this out as soon as possible and I just got back from a soccer game and it was freezing. I had to be there at 9:30 am and I'm really tired.

Enjoy!!!

~~~Rivers POV~~~

I slowly opened my eyes. They felt heavy and tired...Oh yeah. Last night. I wish the pain would just disappear. I started to try and get up when I realized I couldn't move. What? I looked down and then saw big arms wrapped around my waist. Huh? I turned my head and realized my head was sitting on someones chest. I look over and see Louis. Wait...Oh! Now I remember!

I chuckled silently before looking at our position. Louis had his arms circling firmly around my waist, my head was resting on his chest and our leg were hopelessly tangled with each other. I look back at Louis. I see a piece of his hair hanging in his face. I lightly brush it away but it falls back. I shake my head before moving my hand through his hair a few times, keeping all pieces of hair out of his face. Mhm, his hair is so soft.

What is wrong with me?!

I stop running my hands through his hair and sigh quietly. Suddenly, Louis' eyes flutter open.

"Why did you stop?" he asks. I realize that he has been awake all this time. I blush then I look down. I see Louis smirk from the corner of my eye.

"You were awake weren't you?" I ask sheepishly. He laughs.

"From the time you attempted to move the piece of hair the first time." I smirks some more and I blush some more.

"Your hair is soft," I giggle a little. Louis laughs.

"Really? Why thank you m'lady!" Louis says in a funny way I laugh at him then I remember something.

"Um, sorry for last night. You didn't have to stay here with me..." I say quietly. I feel Louis' eyes on me.

"No, it's fine. Are you okay? You look a little pale." Louis says. I jump out of Louis' arms and crawl over him and run to the bathroom and I make it to the toilet just in time to puke.I feel a pair of hands take my hair out of my face. Louis. I sit up when I'm sure I'm done puking. I look at Louis sheepishly.

"Erm, sorry you had to see that. I get sick when I think of my...um...nightmares." I say. Louis gives me a look.

"You need to stop saying sorry! You've done nothing wrong!" Louis tells me with a small smile on his face.

"Oh, sor-" I start

"Nope! I don't want to hear it!" Louis says playfully. I laugh.

"Thank you." I say before pulling Louis into a hug. He seems taken back at first but then puts his arms around me. We stay in the hug for a little bit before pulling away. Louis looks at my arm and his eyes widen. I look down and see the scars.

"W-what are those?" he asks while taking my arm and looking at it then looking at the other arm. "D-did you do this?" he says. I sigh.

"Not all of them. Some of them..." I trail off. "I quit though, for a while I thought that cutting took away some of the pain. But I realized it doesn't. I only did about five on my right arm two years ago. I didn't do anything to my left arm though. I promise." I say. Louis looks up at me with a questioning gaze but I ignored it and started to brush my teeth.

Louis was still standing there as I brushed my teeth. I finished brushing them and walking back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, I see a piece of paper sitting on the dresser. I pick it up and start to read it.