Torn (One Direction)

Laughs.

{A/N Sorry I haven't uploaded. Been super busy! Btw I have extracurricular activities so, I might not be able to update every weekend. Marching band is SUPER important. Plus debate, and acting..So, yeah(: well, byee!!!}

I dropped the knife when I realized it was just Liam, Louis and Harry.

"Whoa, Chloe, why do you carry around a knife?" Harry asked picking it up and putting it in the car safely.

"Because." I said suddenly angry again. "Why'd you follow me?" I asked before they could question me further.

"We didn't want you getting hurt again." Louis spoke up and my face softened but immediately hardened again.

"I don't need you protecting me. I spent ten years in martial arts and self defense classes. I think I know how to take care of myself." I said and turned my back on them.

"I think he meant we didn't want you getting hurt emotionally." Liam said and I looked at him.

"Yeah, I don't need you guys to protect me in that department either." I said my voice cold, hard, and unforgiving.

"We were just trying to help." Louis said his bottom lip quivering.

"I'm sorry Lou." I said softening my tone and facial expression. "Can you guys please go back to the house? I really need to be alone."

"Your a really good singer, Chloe." Harry said and I scoffed.

"I wish." I said turning back to my rock.

"It's true. " He said and I looked at him.

"Just go. Please?" I turned my back on them again tears threatening to spill over.

I held it until I heard their car engine fading. Then I let it all out. I cried and cried until I realized someone was still behind me. I turned around to see Harry.

"I told you to leave." I said through clenched teeth.

"I know but you seemed so upset. I told the guys to go on back and I'd try to figure out what was wrong." He said and I wiped my tears away.

"I don't need your help." I said and he walked over to me.

"No, but you need a hug." He said pulling me into him, which made me cry harder.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked and I looked up at him.

"My dad texted me earlier. He was drunk and he started calling me names. I threw my phone out the window. That's why I was so mad when Niall kept talking to me. Then he put his hand on my shoulder and it reminded me of what my dad did the first time he hit me. I freaked and just lost myself." I said tears falling down my cheeks.

"Your dad abused you?" He asked his voice soft.

"He only hit me a couple of times." I said sniffling and wrapping my arms around myself.

"Are you cold?" He asked and shrugged out of his jacket.

"No. I'm just upset." I said shaking my head but he placed the jacket around my shoulders.

"Well, what do you do to calm down if your upset?" He asked and I looked down at my shoes.

"I sing. but I only sing alone. So no one can hear me." I said not looking up.

"So sing. " He said and I shook my head.

"No. I'll be fine. I just want to talk to Niall." I said and blushed as he grinned at me. I knew the next words out of his mouth would be about me having a crush on the blonde Irish boy.