Scarred (Incomplete)

Chapter 40:

{ One week later }

I was all over the news. Everyone knew about me, and every single pap in the UK were hunting me down. If they found out I had been hiding away with One Direction this whole time, thats it. Thats the end of their band.

I shook the thought and plugged in my headphones. I found myself snoozing off until Niall disruptivly waltzed in. "Sorry," I heard him whisper as he tip toed over to the dresser.

"May I help you?" I joked.

"Yes, actually you may."

I rolled my eyes and he plopped down at the end of the bed. "Watcha listening to?" He asked.

"Plain White Tee's," I answered.

I stood up and wiped the dust from my awfully worn down shorts. "You didn't just come in here to talk to me about music... Didn't you?" I grinned.

He smirked and stood up too. His tee shirt was partly tucked into his unmatching shorts. I walked over to him and kissed him passionately. The force of his push to the wall made me brush harder. Now not sure if I'm trying to hurt him.

His finger gazed my thigh, the tips of his fingers running lightly up to where my shorts stopped it. He could just barely let his tongue into the small opening I allowed.

His big but gentle hands made their way up to my shirt, and went underneath, unhooking my bra with no complications. How did he do that so fast? Has he had practice?

I didn't exactly know what to do with my hands at the moment, so I ran them through his locks of blonde and brown stains. They were soft but stiff at the same time.

His lips made their way from mine to my chin, then down my neck to my collarbone. The kisses didn't stop. In fact they kept going. Farther down. From my collarbone, down to my stomach. I had just then noticed that I didn't have a shirt on. All I had on was an unhooked bra and panties.

He pushed me away from the wall and onto the bed. Is this getting serious? I asked myself quickly. He hovered over me practically in push up position, and the inside of his bottom lip grazed the side of my ear.

I moaned and let my leg slide against his. I flipped him over so I was on top and began to kiss him. My legs were curled around him and I could feel the heat between us rising. I didn't exactly have any 'moves' for sex. If this was going anywhere, it will be my first time... Ever... With anyone. So I was kinda nervous.

Lick him, Ellie. Said my concious. My kisses reached down to his stomach, and thats when I unpredictedly began to lick him. It was instinct. Apparently thats what your supposed to do. I guess boys enjoy that... ?

He flipped me back to the bottom and began the kisses at my neck this time. But instead of kissing, it became biting. Well... Not exactly biting but... Sucking! Thats the word.

Our body's matched up perfectly, and I could feel the friction between us. That all was cut off however, when he quickly stood up. "I'll go get one," He said, and left the room.

All that he was wearing were boxers. Thats weird. I don't remember him taking off any clothes. I guess I was just too distracted from the fact that I was kind of in the middle of sex... For the first time...

{ Later that night }

I couldn't help but realize how giddy I was. After having sex. Was everyone like this? Or was it just my hormones? I hadn't even noticed my strides towards to kitchen when Harry pointed out, "You seem quite... Happy... Did you-" Stopping himself, he stepped towards me, and looked from me to the tiles on the floor. "Never mind!"

He said out of the blue, holding up his hand. "I don't wanna know..." He grabbed his apple and left.

"Just so you know, yes" Was my only response.

"You..." He back tracked into the room and froze. "Had... S-E-X..." He spelled it out for me like I was a complete idiot.

"No dip, Sherlock."

He struck his hands up in the air, and left mumbling "Hormonal..."

I ignored his rude remark and headed toward the kitchen, my stomach grumbling loudly. A strong pair of arms wrapped around me and placed several kisses on my neck, sending chills down my back as the voice of Niall-although low and grumbly, whispered "Hello, sexy."

Man, he really did know how to start my hormones up, huh? I felt completely turned on, causing my stomach to heat up and my breathes begin to shorten. "Niall we hav-" Liams voice began as he walked into the room. "Ohh sorry to inturupt..."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed an orange. "Way to ruin it, Liam" I mumbled and squirted the orange at him.

"Ouch!" He squeaked. "You hit my eye!"

"Yeah? Well good for you!" I rolled my eyes and hurried up the stairs.

Not knowing what to do next, I grabbed my notebook. Empty page, empty page, empty page, empty page... HOW CAN MY JOURNAL BE THIS EMPTY FROM THE LIFE THAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH?

I sat cross-legged on my bed and wrote:

Dear diary,

My life has been pretty... Chaotic ever since I was about 3 years old. My family was abducted from my psyco-pathic aunt and uncle. They kept me until I was... What 16? It doesn't mather anymore... I have lost track. But I'm 17 now and I really miss my parents. Jenny and Earl killed them right in front of me when I was three. Along with my older sister-Kailey. I terribly miss them all, but theres no going back. Considering the condition my family is in, we're actually holding up pretty well... Well at least I am-for what I know. Lucy's arm was torn off not even a couple weeks ago by a shark. It was my fault too. I knocked her in the water and she was calling out for me to get her back in, but I didnt. I was only joking at first before I realized what was really happening. She was being attacked. By a shark. My, what a great sister I am. But thats not even half of it. My boyfriend-who I didn't even know at the time, came over and saved her. So long story short, Lucy's okay-she has no arm-but shes still fine. And I have ran away from them. Patrick didn't allow me hanging out with the five boys I now live with. It was okay until it became a big problem-when Niall and I began to date. I'm running out of room on this sheet of paper, and my hand is begining to cramp. I will write in this journal everyday before I go to bed from now on.

Love, Ellie.

I twisted my wrist around a full 360 to stop it from cramping up. But it didn't work. "Ahh," I groaned, while wincing.

"Hey, Elle-" Niall walked in and I quickly shut the journal. Its my secret journal, I hate when people try and snoop through my journals. Its like a pet-peave of mine. "I'm going to the Recording Studio with the boys. You okay here alone while we're there? We have the signing right after at 2 PM. You gunna be alright home alone until 6?"

I nodded my head. "Yup. I'll be fine. Go have some fun," I got up and kissed him.

"Are you sure?" He blurted out into the kiss.

"Positive."