Torn (Harry Styles Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Six

(Baileys pov)

I got up early. I looked at the clock it was 7:23am. I was so happy from happened yesterday. I went to take a shower. I waiting for the water to warm up. I stripped and jumped in. As I got out, I headed back to my room to pick out what I was wearing to meet Mr.Reynolds. I put on my black lace strapless bra and my matching panties. I finally decieded on wearing my red skinny jeans and a red striped crop top. I loved this crop top. It over one shoulder and under the other. It showed off my black and red belly ring. I blowed dried my hair, I straighted it then curlied the ends. I pulled back some bangs leaving some of the shorter bangs hanging. I put on some light red with and some black eyeliner. I put on black mascara. It made my eyelashes look longer. I slipped on some lip gloss. I looked at the clock. 8:39. I decided to go down and eat some breakfast.

I made my way downstairs to find uncle geoff makeing breakfast.

"Morning." I smiled very excitely.

He jumped. "What are you doing up so early and all dressed up?"

I smilied. "I got a interview today."

His eyes went big. "With whom?"

I got out the card and let him see it. "I met him yesterday when danceing at the dance studio in the gym."

"What did he offer you?"

"A job to teach teens hip hop dances."

"Of course danceing. Right up your ally." He smiled kissing my forehead.

"I was thinking, after the meeting I was going to finsh the music video with Justin."

He stopped what he was doing and turned around with worried eyes. "Don't you think its alittle early to begin danceing on the video?"

I laughed. "Its been 4 months since the transplant. The doctor said it would be fine."

"Okay. Be careful."

"I will. Now what's for breakfast? I'm hungry."I smiled sitting down at th bar.

"Chocolate chip pancakes with bacon or sauage."

"Sounds good."

Aunt Karen came down the stairs. "I knew I smelt something good." She smiled giveing Geoff a quick kiss. She grabbed a plate and sat down beside me. Uncle Geoff followed. I was know in between them eating. I didn't care. I loved the present of them being around. As I took a bite into my food the front door swung open.

"I knew I smelt food." Niall came in grabbed him a plate and sat at the table.

The rest filed in. Grabbing something to eat and sitting down. I didn't wanna talk to Louis from what he said yesterday at the interview. I mean I may be making a big deal out of this but, I'm trying to get over a heart transplant and a attempt of sucide after being raped. I didn't want people tweeting me saying hateful things. I just couldn't take it. I just then relized Niall looking at my wrist. I forgot to wrap it.

"Uh, Niall."

He looked up at me. "Your wrist looks awful."

"Well what's it suppose to look like. I just did it 3 days ago."

"Well shouldn't it heal?"

I became frustatered. "It will take time. When you cut your wrist or legs or anything it will take forever. Since I got stictches it sould heal faster but I doubt." I knew I shouldn't had said the last sentence.

"What do you mean doubt it? Have you had stitiches before due to cutting yourself?"

I looked at my plate. I knew I should answer this truthfully. "Uh, yeah. This was just one of the worst cases."