Nightlight (on hold)

Chapter Fourteen

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Chapter Fourteen

I was sobbing. Like a fucking baby. I felt like that was all I did, cry cry cry. But I honestly couldn’t help it. I was so scared and so mad and so… miserable that I couldn’t hold it in. While Eleanor smoothed down my hair and shushed me soothingly, while Claire started furiously wiping the food off my shirt.

I heard some harsh and angry words being exchanged between the boys before heavy stomping and then doors slamming. I didn’t look up because I already knew who it was that stormed out.

Eleanor and Claire helped me to my feet and then pulled me out of the kitchen. We walked passed Harry and Louis, so I assumed that Niall and Liam went after my husband. A bath was drawn and I was helped out of my clothes.

I didn’t feel weird about Claire and Eleanor seeing me naked because frankly, we’ve seen each other at a helluva lot worse.

“It’s ok,” Eleanor calmed me, “he’s handling it the way he handles stuff. You know Zayn, he’s not sure how to process things like this.” While she tried her best to soothe me, Claire was completely silent.

She had no idea what to say.

They helped me into bed and even sat with me as we all watched TV. While Eleanor talked to me, and the two of them whispered amongst themselves, I just kind of lay there. I had stopped sobbing, but silent tears continued to flow.

“Please, just… say something.” Eleanor begged me after two episodes of House Hunters. I looked at her sadly.

“He hates me.” I spoke up finally.

“Maybe it’s for the best. Say what you want about Harry, but he would never do THAT to me.” Claire said softly. Say what you want about Zayn, but he has never forcibly shoved his dick in my vagina, I wanted to say. Instead I sent her the worst glare I could muster, because I had no energy to fight with her. Eleanor just let out a stressed sigh and rubbed her temples.

We sat together for a few more minutes. Eleanor’s hand rubbed my back gently while Claire rested her head on my lap. As fucked up as it sounds, I was glad these girls were with me through everything. I was glad they were dragged into the world of violence and abuse because I wouldn’t have survived without them.

But at the same time I was so angry that two of the purest souls ended up with the cruelest men. They deserved better and I wanted them to be free of it all.

A soft knock interrupted our silence.

We all shot straight up, hoping that it was Zayn who had come to see me. Or at least, I was hoping that.

When a curly head popped through the crack of the door, I let out a disappointed grunt. Of course it was him. I should’ve fucking expected it.

“Claire,” he beckoned her. She turned to get up, but I gripped onto her forearm and begged her silently. I wanted her to believe that I needed her with me, and I guess in a way I did, but mostly I didn’t want her near him.

Harry’s green eyes shot to me as he allowed himself to come into the room fully.

“Is everything all right?”

“Mmhmm,” Eleanor nodded.

“Actually it’s not.” I spoke up. My voice was clearer and bolder than I expected it to sound, but for that I was glad. I hated when I sounded weak, especially in front of Harry fucking Styles of all people.