Scars (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 40: So We Meet Again

A/N: Hey guys! I'm not sure if I will have time to upload next Friday because my school production but if we get this chapter to at least 5 votes I will upload during the week so I don't leave you guys hanging for too long :p x

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LIAM’S POV

I sit on Mary’s couch, with the other boys, staring into space. I have the necklace that I gave to Breanna in my hand. Did she really hate me that much that she had to take it off?

When I saw her sound asleep it took every ounce of me not to wake her up so I could explain everything to her.

“So what’s the plan?” I ask quietly to no one in particular.

“Uh… I think one of the boys should see her first and we’ll see how she reacts before bringing you in Liam.” Mary replies and my eyes meet hers. I nod.

“I would like to see her first.” Zayn says looking at everyone.

“That’s fine with me,” I say. “Zayn will go in first. Then the rest of you can go in after him together.”

Everyone agrees without question so I lean back and sigh. I bring the necklace to my lips ignoring all the looks from my friends.

BREANNA’S POV

Each day becomes harder and harder to survive. I’ve gone numb to everything. It’s better this way... not being able to feel. 

I have heard through my closed door that we have guests which make me nervous. They all sound like males and I have heard an unfamiliar female voice once or twice. I can never make out what they say. They have been here for a couple of days but only during most of the day and then they go home at night time.

My mind somehow wanders to my parents and I ponder about how they would be if I ever bought a boy home. They definitely wouldn’t be one hundred percent on board because I am the only child but I would hope that they would love him almost as much as I did.

Liam. I wonder what they would have thought about Liam.

These thoughts bring tears to my eyes which spill down my cheeks and dampen my pillow. I feel the hole in my heart choke me.

LIAM’S POV

I hardly ever move from my spot on the couch. It’s comfortable so I don’t see the need to move but I know the others are getting a little bit frustrated. When it comes to going to our hotel, that’s when things begin to get difficult and I cry every single time. I naturally want to gravitate towards the almost unrecognisable Breanna but I never can get past the door to her bedroom before we leave.

Mary goes in and checks in on Breanna in the late morning and before she goes to bed. She gives us all updates but it doesn’t give me any comfort.

As Niall, Louis and I drive back to our hotel I decide that I need to get Zayn to see Breanna. It’s killing me being so close yet so far away so I have to hurry the reunion up a little faster.

“Do you think that Zayn will be okay coming tomorrow and talking to her?” I ask for reassurance from Niall and Louis.

“Yes it will all be fine, stop worrying!” Niall comments glancing up from his phone to look at me. I nod once and look at Louis.

“What do you think Louis?”

“Zayn will do anything for you just like the rest of us and like Niall said, stop worrying. Everything will be okay.”

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BREANNA’S POV

There is a soft knock on my door which I don’t answer. The person does not come in straight away and I instantly know that it is not Mary or Jackie. Who is it? My question is soon answered when I hear the door open and then close again. I lift my head slightly and find Zayn with his back on the door.

My hand covers my mouth to muffle my quiet sobs.

“Hey.” He says with a sympathetic smile.

Zayn walks towards me but I hold out my hand signalling for him to stop and he obliges.

It then dawns on me that if one is here, they’re all here. I cry out and burry my face in my pillow. A hand rests on my back and my head snaps to see Zayn next to my bed. My eyes widen and I scream. He pulls his hand away and pulls up a chair next to me.

“You’re probably wondering why I am here…” He trails off waiting for a response so I nod two times.

“Myself, Liam-“ I cry at the mention of his name. Zayn pauses and waits for a few seconds before continuing. “…And the boys are here to save you.”

Save me from what?

“We are here to save you from yourself.” He answers my question that I didn’t speak. It’s like he can read my mind.

Fuck off Zayn. Let’s see if he can read that.

He peers intensely at my hollow face before speaking. “You look awful.” He says with a small smile.

I guess he can’t read minds. At least he hasn’t changed. He is always thinking of others and still looking hella fine.

I drift off to sleep at the sound of Zayn’s calming voice rambling on about a bunch of random stuff that I don’t give a fuck about.

LIAM’S POV

Zayn entered Breanna’s bedroom over three hours ago. As I sit and wait for Zayn to come back, I can’t help but think of the first time I met her. Her cardigan covering the scars we never knew about, all her emotions from the cheeky to the sad, her smile when she spoke to me… I never thought it would lead to this. Things will never be the same. Tears of nostalgia and loss roll slowly down my face but I don’t stop them.

“Liam, are you alright?” Mary asks moving to sit next to me and I shake my head. She takes in a sharp breath and I look up at her. Her gaze is focused on something behind me. I turn around and there standing a few metres away is Zayn holding a pale and hollow, but somehow beautiful, Breanna.

I stand up and take a step towards her but she flinches.

BREANNA’S POV

“Come on Bree, he’s not going to hurt you.” Zayn coos softly.

“But I will.” I whisper to myself but I think Zayn heard me and if he did, he didn’t say anything.

Zayn helps me take a few steps towards Liam.

The room is dead silent as a tear slips down my face and falls to the ground. My breathing becomes heavy so I stop walking. Zayn rubs small circles on my back which comforts me. 

That’s what I really want at the moment. Comfort but without interrogations. 

I have learned though that you don’t always get what you want so I am stuck with the next option. The worst option.

I have to talk. How am I supposed to talk about what’s going on when I don’t even know myself?

I reach out to the side hoping to grab a hold onto a chair at the dining table but I don’t succeed.

“Do you want to sit down?” Zayn asks and I nod.

He helps me to a chair and he sits down next to me.

LIAM’S POV

Once she is comfortable in the chair, Zayn sits down next to her. Breanna stares off into the distance so I take this opportunity to get a little closer to her. She senses me moving towards her and she cries a soft cry. I move back a few steps until she stops.

I am now further away from her than I was a few seconds ago yet the distance feels like she is on the other side of the world.

I take a sharp breath in a force my eyes to move away from her.

“Mary what do I do?” I whisper. She shrugs her shoulders and sits down on the couch.

We all sit in silence. The only sound in the room is the occasional sniffle from Breanna and the low rumble of the dishwashing machine.