Deeper Meanings (on hold)

The unexpected gives me my dreaded friend

Chapter One

I could hear the crackling of the fire and the thunder along with the heavy rain that was outside. My situation was very bizarre; five extremely attractive guys are all crammed on my three seater couch. Why me, really, I mean all I want to be is left alone and I hate being put under pressure.

"Ummmm I'm Liam" said the mousy browned hair one, I guess he was trying to break the awkward tension that hung in the air.

"We are sorry for intruding, but you see we took the wrong turn, because of someone" 

"It wasn't my fault" interrupted another boy in the strips, "its Harry's fault".

"How is it MY fault" said the curly haired one, who must be Harry.

"YOU had the map" the stripy boy retaliated

"YOU WERE DRIVING"

"Soooo that doesn't count"

"Yes it does"

"No"

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"SHUT THE HELL UP" I screamed startling myself, and the boys, they all turned to look at me and I felt a wave of self-conscious go over me.

"Oh sorry about that" said Harry.

The boys ended up telling me there names and that they were traveling for some peace but while they were explaining they were all exchanging weird looks. This is why I didn't let these types of boys into my house, they just judge and tease me, which leads to self doubt and harm.

Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall and Zayn, were the names of the boys.

"Um sorry but we didn't get your name and is there anyone else here" asked the boy who I think was Zayn

"Oh sorry, my names Skylar and um it's only me here at the moment"

"Where are your parents or siblings" Zayn asked.

Guilt washed over me, I felt my skin turn cold, no one has asked me that question in a long time. What was I going to say; I can't tell them what happened. I knew I was going into panic mode and I need to calm myself down, I lie all the time so I shouldn't be worried.

"Mum and.... Um...dad ...are on a long holiday and I don't have any siblings"

"Ok, well then is it okay for us to stay here until the storm passes" Liam asked

"It's turning into a bad hurricane and going to last about four to eight days" I reply nervously

"That's ok we don't mind, this mansion is huge we can entertain ourselves can't we boys" Louis exclaimed a little too loudly "only if it's ok with you though"

"Uh sure"

They all gave me huge smiles, they seemed nice enough but you can never trust anyone.

"Do you want anything to eat" I asked them all while turning on the TV that I never use.

"I thought you would never ask" said the blonde one who I think was called Noel or Niall, something like that.

I ended up heating about 5 pizzas from the freezer; I thought I would never need these when I bought them at the time. I suddenly heard a loud thump then the laughter of the boys, this caused me to jump and hit my leg against the bench. Pain shot through my leg as the cuts weren't healed properly yet, I look down and see a tiny bit of blood seeping through my cotton pants, great just great. I grabbed a band aid and sat at the dining table, I pull up the leg of my pants and see that my resent scab has peeled off and was freshly dripping with red.

"Hello are you there Skylar"

I snap my head up to the entrance of the kitchen door a little too quickly; I then hear a set of footsteps coming towards me. Put the band aid on carelessly and stand up while pulling the leg of my pants down, Harry enters giving me a funny look. I feel my hands clam up and a shiver runs up my spine as he eyes the band aid rapper, damn of course I didn't think to pick it up. I give him a small smile but I don't think it was very convincing, he looks right into my eyes before he spoke the words I have heard before,

"Are you ok"

"Yeah i-i-m fi-n-n-e" I stuttered, yep real convincing huh. "The pizza is properly ready" I say to get the attention away from me.

"Awesome, I'll help carry it out" he says with a warm smile, I feel my cheeks heat up under his gaze.

We carry in the pizza into the lounge where the other boys were. The Zayn boy was singing 'whip my hair' and damn he can sing! He was amazing, the other boys joined in and it was in perfect harmony too. I found myself holding two pizzas staring with my mouth wide open at them.

"You really don't know who we are do you" Harry chuckles

I feel the warmth hit my checks yet again, how was I supposed to know who these five mysterious boys where, I was just a depressed little girl that doesn't have a future to look forward to.

"No I don't, why am i meant to know?" I finally answered

"We are ONE DIRECTION" Louis screams, while his voice cracks.

I freeze; I have heard that name before, think Skylar think. And then it clicked to me, they came third in that singing show and now they are really famous. I'm so stupid, how did I not pick up on that. My body felt numb and all too known urge fell over me. I breathe in and out as I felt myself start to panic, they are famous and they are hot which means the media is following them everywhere, I can't have any attention on me, I can't. I need to go upstairs, the urge is too strong and I feel insecure as my friend 'self-harm' is trying to pull me.

"SKYLAR"

A voice yells at me which takes me out of my trance.

"Oh yeah, you guys are"

"So you have heard of us" Zayn asked

"yes I have and you're really good, but I'm going to bed since it extremely late" I told the group of boys "if you go up the stairs there are 4 bedrooms with their own bathrooms so just choose one, someone is going to have to bunk though" I explained "my room is the furthest down the hall, so if you need anything just ask"

Truthfully I don't know why I told them that but I tend to talk too much when I panic.

"Thank you Skylar, and don't be intimidated by us" Liam told me

"Ok, night"

The boys all say it back to me and I was half way up the stairs when someone grabbed my arm, I jumped naturally. It was only Harry and I felt my body lose its tension. He lent in and whispered in my ear,

"Skylar, I know you are a bit confused but thank you for taking us in"

Then he said the words that got me thinking

"Take these moments and cherish them"

With that he walked away, by this time my arms and legs were itching and beads of sweat roll down my back as the urge grows stronger.  I sprint up the stairs and run into my safe place. I grab my best friend and swipe it across my arm; I can feel my friend 'self-harm' helping me along the way as I keep cutting. They are famous, cut, they will make fun of me, cut, the attention I will get, cut, the lost hope, cut, and I'm just worthless, cut.

I look down at my arm and the fresh cuts that are now oozing with blood rapidly, its stings but a weight is lifted off my shoulders. I feel my eyes droop; I think I cut a bit much for one day. I feel my arms and legs go limp as I slowly fall asleep. The last thing I thought of were Harry's word, take these moments. He is right I need these moments and I need to cherish them.

Moments....

Then everything goes black.  

***NOTE***

She is NOT dead!!!!!!

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