Adopted by 1D

Chapter Twelve

---------------CHARLIE-----------------

"What?" he says snapping his head up in my direction.

"I deserve to be broken." I repeat simply looking at him.

"Oh my god Charlie no you don't! your amazing and we love you and I love you so stop doing this to yourself!" he yells

"Stop it" I snap.

"Stop what?" says a seriously confused Niall.

"GOD JUST STOP LYING TO ME! STOP SAYING THAT YOU LOVE ME BECAUSE I KNOW THAT YOU DONT! HOW COULD YOU? IM A STUPID RECKLESS FAT PROBLEM I AM NOTHING BUT A PROBLEM!YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME THEN YOU LEAVE AND I NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN AND IT HURTS BECAUSE I LOVED YOU!" I scream and fall to the floor.

"Charlie we would never leave you." says Liam slowly making his way to me as if I'm a bird he doesn't want to scare away.

"This isn't about us though. he's not talking about us guys." says Louis from the bottom of the stairs.

All their eyes turn to me.

"Who is it about Charlie?" asks Niall.

"I- I've got to go" I say quickly before standing up and running out the back door.

Delilah's not home, she always opens her curtains when she's home.

Luke home though, the kitchen window is open and I hear loud music.

"I'll just go there." I mumble to myself walking across the lawn.

----------------ZAYN-------------------

He ran out the door and no one even bothered chasing after him. instead they held me back while I screamed trying to go after him.

"He needs to cool down." says Liam

"He just needs to clear his head."

"He's alright."

"He's okay."

"Okay? HE IS NOT OKAY HE IS DEPRESSED AND NONE OF YOU ARE HELPING ME PLEASE JUST LET ME GET HIM!" I scream at them

"You don't even know where he is." states Niall.

"He'll come back, I promise." says harry sitting down next to me.

"And what if he doesn't?" I say burying my face into hands.

"He will I promise he will."

-----------------CHARLIE---------------

I walk over to the back door and knock once.

No answer.

"Luke are you home?" I yell into the house yet he doesn't answer.

The doors opened so I just let myself in and sit on the living room sofa. My eyes feel heavy and I drift into-

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"

I fall off the sofa and look up only to see a guy with green hair holding a frying pan as a shield.

"Umm. I'm Charlie I'm Delilah's boyfriend, I live next door" I state

"Your that kid of Zayn's right?" he asks

"Yeah."

"Well then you should've just said so. I'm Michael, Luke's gone emergency grocery shopping with Del and he'll be back in like an hour or so."

"Oh okay." I say shivering. i don't have bandages on. or a jumper. I barely know who this guy is but he can't know, if too many people find out i'll be the town freak. he cannot know.

"Hey do you have a jumper I could borrow its a bit cold in here." I ask him

"Yeah I'm sure luke has some old ones, come with me and we'll find one that fits." he says heading up the stairs.

Only now do I notice the blood on my muscle tank. I guess I'll just wear the jumper shirtless.

"Oh I'm Michael by the way." he says while heading up the stairs.

"Are you a friend of Luke's?" I ask

" yeah I've known Luke since the school days." he says chuckling slightly.

We make it up stairs and to what I believe is Luke's room.

It's incredibly tidy, not a book out of alphabetical order and not a poster hung crooked.

Michael goes into a closet and comes out holding a white sweater.

"Um I don't mean to sound picky but is there another colour?" I ask putting my arms behind my back.

I don't ask for a different colour because of my style preferences but if my cuts start bleeding again it won't go unnoticed.

"Why? I mean don't get me wrong you totally rock the whole, dark side of the moon look but didn't your mum ever teach you not to wear dark colours to bed?"

"My mum died when I was five. and can't I just have another jumper it's not like I'm gonna fall asleep or anything." I state already getting annoyed with the green haired boy.

"No. wearing dark colours causes dark dreams.and I why wouldn't you fall asleep? it's nearly 1am, isn't past your bedtime?" he says smirking

"Fine give me the fucking jumper." I mutter and he tosses it on the bed with a laugh.

"I'll be down stairs if you need me. you can sleep in the room next door, it's the guest room." he says flashing me a grin and walks out.

I strip out of my muscle tank, look down at my arms, and begin counting.

On my right arm there's 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,15,16,17

And on my left there's
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9

That's 26 in total.

And they hurt like hell.

I press my fingers to one and wince at the sting.

I quickly put on the jumper. which is huge, and head to the room next door.

I lie on the bed and look at the ceiling.

No one cares about you, you are all alone, they didn't even try to look for you, they're probably celebrating.

I got up and went to the only place I knew I felt safe.

As I entered Delilah's room I felt whole.

Her pictures stuck to the wall, her bed messy and unmade.

I tuck myself into her bed and wish she could hear me say this.

"I love you Delilah."

And my eyes feel heavy as I drift into and empty void named sleep.