Mute Girl (One Direction) [WATTY AWARDS, PLEASE VOTE AS YOU READ]

Injured Girl

Niall’s POV:

I watched in shock as the fake-blonde slapped the shy girl on the face. She slapped her with so much force that the girl actually fell backwards. The blonde laughed evilly and walked away.

“Niall-”, Harry stopped and looked at what was going on across the street. “What the hell?”. Harry almost seemed outraged.

“Guys c’mon.” we didn’t move, just stared as the girl covered her face with her beanie and ran. The dog beside her all the way.

Patricia’s POV:

I sighed as I dug out a makeup bag. In it was an unused bottle of foundation. Perfect for covering up a bruise. I sneak off to the bathroom, the hat still covering my face with my beanie hat.

I take some in my hand and mix it with cream to make it paler. [A/n: that actually works. I’ve tried it! It works with water too but not as good. So enjoy the random make-up tip].

I put it on my face, making sure to hide the bruise completely. Even if my face looked darker than my neck.

I frown at myself. I’m so ugly. Ivory skin was supposed to be beautiful. Only conditionally, I guess. I sigh and head out of the house once more. I sigh and walk to the quieter, more deserted part of the city.

***

When I get there I take a breath in. No cars, no pollution, no noise. It’s so quiet that even if you walk in the middle of the street, you don’t have to worry about getting run over.

I stop and stare at the end of the small street. There stands the most beautiful church. I always wanted to go in there. Just never really did, from the fear of talking. Even to the priest and such. I had no reason to go, by birth certificate I’m Atheist, but I always needed something to believe in. I stand there, in the middle of the street, just staring. It was truly-

My long line of thoughts as a sensation hits and I’m suddenly on the ground. The cheek in which Courtney had slapped me stings and the tears don’t help. I turn to my back and feel gooey stuff coming down my face. I know I’m bleeding.

Is this finally the end of my stupid life?

I ask myself.

The last thing I see are the boys from the park before I fall into unconsciousness or possibly death…

Harry’s POV:

“Liam stop freaking out.” I said as I load the girl into the orange van we used in What Makes You Beautiful.

“How can I stop freaking out?”. he shouted, “She’s unconscious. Bleeding. And probably hurting. We could go to prison!”.

“It was an accident, mate.” Niall says. “Quick lets just take her to the apartment. It’s only about 10 minutes drive.”

“20 if Louis is driving.” I commented, making Lou huff.

“I’ll drive.” Zayn said. As soon as we were all in the car, the girl leaning against me and Liam, Zayn started driving at top speed.

“Slow down!”, Liam yelled. “Too much motion might cause infection!”. Zayn muttered something under his breath but slowed down nonetheless.

***

Patricia’s POV:

A twelve year old girl. Doesn’t talk. Doesn’t want to breath. She sits limp beside a motionless 2 year old boy. She’s dressed in a ragged clothes. She isn’t crying or sobbing. She’s just sits beside him, not even blinking. Suddenly a shadow comes over her. Even from the shadow anyone can tell that he’s holding a sharp substance. It’s him! He comes closer, and closer. He holds up a knife and STABS the little boy!-

That’s when I wake up, sweating and breathing loudly.

“OK, Love?”, a voice said beside me. I turned around so quick that I heard a cracking sound. There sits beside me the curly-haired boy. I stare at him, still breathing loudly.

Suddenly my phone rings. I jump and grab my bag. I dig it out and am about to press ‘Reply’, but then I realise I have nothing to tell her!

“Want me to tell her where you are?”. The boy asked. I nod and put it on speaker.

“Patricia! Where are you! Are you OK?!”. My mother’s voice starts ranting on the other side of the line.

“Hello, um… well we kind of nearly ran over Patricia…”, the boy trails off.

“What!”. Who is this?!”. My mother screeches.

“Harry Styles,” he replies. “Don’t worry, she’s fine. We patched her up.”

“Oh…”, my mother takes a sigh of relief. “Wait, where are you?”.

“Green Street, Our apartment is behind the church.”

“I’ll be right there!”. my mother hangs up. Harry hands me my phone. He grins a dimpled smile at me.

“So your name is Patricia?”. he asked. I nodded.

“I’m-”, he’s interrupted by the sound of laughter. “One minute.” he gets up and goes into the other room. When he comes back, he’s followed by 4 other boys.

“As I was saying,” Harry said, “I’m Harry, this is Niall, Liam, Zayn and--”.

“LOUIS!”, the oldest boy yells, jumping up on me. I move my head back as far as possible.

“Lou, don’t break her.” Liam sighs.

“Can we keep her?!”, Louis asks, ignoring Liam’s comment. Keep me? What am I? Like a toy or something to them? Don’t break her. Can we keep her…

“No.” Harry replies, as if he’s in pain. “He mom is coming to collect her.”

“Aww…”, Louis sighs, “But she’s so cute! Look at the hair”, he ruffles my messy hair, “And the big dark eyes!”. he looks at Zayn. “Just like Zayn has! And-”. Liam put a hand on the babbling boys mouth.

“Sorry…”, he says, “Louis is like the opposite of you. You don’t talk and we wish he didn’t talk.” Louis lets out muffled protests. I, for the first time in months, smile.

“She smiles!”. Niall cheers in a heavy accent.

Harry’s POV:

Patricia. This girl reminds me of someone. A lot. While she talks to the boys; Well, the boys talk to her; I start ticking off all the people I knew between the ages of 10 and 18.

Daisy… no daisy had ginger hair.

Lily… wrong coloured eyes.

Bill… Seriously, Styles, she’s a girl.

Pansy… no… Pansy was really mean.

Kara… Kara was really funny and hyper. She would never stop talking.

“HARRY!”, Zayn yells, waving his arms in my face.

“Huh?”. I say.

“Where’re you lost, mate?”. he asks.

“Oh nothing!”, I flash him a smile. Suddenly we hear a honk from the open window.

“Looks like your mum is here.” Liam says, pointing out the obvious.

“NO!!”. Louis screams, as I get up. He grabs onto my legs. “DON’T GO!”.

“Lou! Lou!”. Harry comes back, “She’s going to come back real soon.”

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