Unforgettable Scars (A Niall Horan Fanfic)

Chapter 3

The next morning, I got woken up by a loud banging on my wall, and various voices. Paul had company. Probably just some people he wanted me to meet. Ugh, it’s only my second day. It was way too early to start making friends. I got out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror. Ew. I looked like a mess. But I had no one to impress, so I just fixed my hair into a neater bun and walked downstairs.

“Good morning Desiree. There’s some cereal in the pantry if you want it.” Paul said when he saw me. “Morning.” I smiled and walked into the kitchen. I opened the pantry and looked for cereal. Lucky Charms, Fruit Loops, Frosted Flakes, and Cheerios were my choices. I grabbed the Fruit Loops and took out the gallon of milk and set it on the counter. “Paul, where are the bowls?” “Second cabinet left of the fridge!” He yelled. He sounded like he was upstairs. I got out a bowl, poured some cereal and milk into it, and sat down at the table.

After I finished my breakfast, I went back upstairs so I could take a shower. When I got up the stairs, I noticed Paul standing in the doorway to the room next to mine laughing. I kind of wanted to see what was going on but then again I didn’t want to meet anybody just yet. I hadn’t realized how long I was standing there, when Paul turned around and said, “Oh, you finished your breakfast. Good. I want you to meet someone. Uhm, when I came to England I become a manager for a boy band.” He pulled me towards the door. When I looked inside the room I saw 5 beautiful boys. They had to be at least 18. “Desiree, this is Harry,” He pointed to a brown, curly haired, boy with a cheeky smile. “Louis,” next he pointed to a buff light brown haired boy with a huge butt. “Zayn,” the third boy he pointed to had gorgeous eyes, and tall, black hair. He looked very mysterious and it was kind of cute. “Liam,” then he pointed to a dark brown haired boy with huge puppy eyes. “And Niall.” This was the last of them. He was adorable. He had blonde hair with beautiful blue eyes. He smiled at me, and looked down.

“Hi Desiree!” All of them said at once. I smiled. “Aw, come on. You can talk to us! We don’t bite.” Louis, I think it was, said and winked. I just laughed. Wow. That was the first time I’ve laughed in at least 5 years. “So, Desiree. How old are you?” The one with the puppy dog eyes asked. If I remember correctly, his name was Liam. “17.” I said quietly. “Nice. I’m 19, Louis’ 20, and Liam, Harry, and Niall are 18.” The black haired one said with a smile. “I have a sister who’s around your age. Would you like to meet her sometime? I can give you her number if you want?” The cheeky one asked, walking closer to me. “Uhm… I- I don’t know. I’m not really that great at making friends an-“ He just cut me off. “I’m sure she’ll love you. Go get your phone and ill give it to you.” He smiled. “A-alright..”

I walked to my room, grabbed my phone off the charger and handed the phone to Harry. I saw him type in the number but it took quite a while… “Here you go. I also programmed mine and the other boy’s phone numbers in there so we can all hang out sometime. I hope that’s alright.” He said with a shy, not so cheeky smile. “Oh no. that’s fine...” I shoke my head, looking down at my phone and all the new numbers. We all stood there awkwardly until Liam said ‘Well, we better get going boys. We should let Desiree have some space.” I smiled at Liam and he led the boys out of the room. He gave me a hug as he walked out, and the other boys followed. The only one who didn’t hug me was, the blonde one, Niall. He just gave me a small smile and said “Bye” quietly. I guess I didn’t realize he was Irish until now, and that only made him more attractive. The only reason I could’ve thought of as to why he didn’t give me a hug is because he thought I was weird. I just shook it off. I didn’t expect someone like him to like me anyways.

Once they left and I heard the front door shut, I set out an outfit on my bed, stripped, and hopped in the shower. I washed my hair, and then washed my body, carefully rubbing soap over bruises, nearly crying from pain. I got out, put on my clothes, and just let my hair air dry. There was no need to do anything special. I walked downstairs to find Paul watching tv in the living room. I flopped down on the seat next to the couch which Paul was sitting on. He looked at me and asked, “So, do you like the boys?” “Yeah, they seem pretty nice. Except Niall I think he thinks I’m weird or something…” My voice trailed off. “Oh, Nail’s always shy when he first meets a beautiful girl like you. I’m sure all of you will be best friends in no time.” He replied smiling. I said nothing and turned back to the tv.

Figuring the boys were all back home by now, I decided to text Harry’s sister. I figured her name was Gemma, as that’s what harry saved her in my phone as.

To: Gemma Styles (your future bff) (:

Hi...I’m Paul’s daughter and I just met your brother Harry and his four friends. He gave me your number because he thinks we would get along. I hope you don’t mind...

I continued watching tv and after 5 minutes I felt my phone vibrate. It was from Gemma.

From: Gemma Styles (your future bff) (:

Hi love! Of course I don’t mind! Harry was telling me about this morning, and you seem super sweet! We should hang out sometime! (: xx

I never really understood why people put “xx” after stuff. I ignored it and replied.

To: Gemma Styles (your future bff) (:

Okay (: when are you free?

From: Gemma Styles (your future bff) (:

Is tomorrow good? We can go shopping, if you want. I’ll pay for everything as a welcome gift (:

Wow. She seemed super sweet. I guess tomorrow would work.

To: Gemma Styles (your future bff) (:

Sounds good! But you don’t have to, I’ll ask Paul for some money... What time should we meet up?

From: Gemma Styles (your future bff) (:

Well, I know the boys have a studio session tomorrow at 9? How about you have Paul drop you off then?

To: Gemma Style (your future bff) (:

Sounds good! See you then (:

From: Gemma Styles (your future bff) (:

Bye love (: xx

I was so focused on texting Gemma, it startled me when Paul said “Who ya texting over there.” “Gosh Paul, scare me to death why don’t ya.” He chuckled. “So?” “Just Gemma. She wants to know if you’ll drop me off at the mall before you take the boys to the studio.” I was a little scared to ask because I was afraid he would flip out and beat me like he used to. But he didn’t. “Of course. I’ll wake you up when the boys get here tomorrow so you have time to get ready.” “Thanks.” I smiled. For the rest of the night, we watched tv and after dinner, we watched a movie, and then went to bed. “Goodnight Paul.” “Goodnight Desiree.” I smiled, went to my room and immediately crashed as soon as my face hit my pillow.