Scars (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 41: Bed

A/N: Sorry it's been over two weeks since I last update omg I feel so bad but here is chapter 41! Don't forget to vote and comment :-)

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Breanna's Outfit:

http://www.polyvore.com/breannas_outfit_in_her_dream/set?id=129930458&lid=4004901

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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 screams out. 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.

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When will I be able to talk to her? Being so close but so far away is killing me inside. I want to shout from the rooftops, hold her until she can see that I love her more than life itself, kiss her chapped lips, and heal her broken heart... I just want to be able to do something to make everything better.

For the first time as I look down at my hands I notice that I have nervous butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why; they're just there. I absolutely hate it.

BREANNA'S POV

I want to be near Liam. It's like there is some magnetic pull towards his emotionally distraught body.

I glance up and quickly scan Liam. His head is hung low concentrating, more than he should be, on his nails. A small tear falls quickly from his left eye and a pang of guilty courses through my heart. He sniffles and I look away to stop myself from crying.

"Do you want to talk to him?" Zayn whispers into my eye.

I turn to Zayn, my eyes wide and I shake my head. It would end badly. I wouldn't be able to speak. All I can see is myself cry and eventually end up in Liam's arms.

"Why not?" Zayn asks and I shrug my shoulders looking away from him.

My eyes find the clock and it's just past ten thirty. I should be in bed crying like I have done for what seems like decades.

"Look Bree," Zayn begins and I sigh not wanting to hear what he has to say but he continues. "I think you need to talk this out. It doesn't have to be done today. Not even tomorrow. But before we leave I think it would be good if Liam could leave with a clear mind. That would be really helpful for not only him but for the rest of us."

I look at Liam again and this time he is looking at me but I don't look away. There's the same caring glint in his glossy eyes. I can tell that he is having a battle with himself. It crushes what is left of my heart to see him like this.

I don't notice the tears flowing from eyes until Zayn wipes the moisture from my face.

"I... I need to get o-out of here." I whisper to Zayn.

He helps me up from my chair and holds onto my waist as he helps me stand up. Before Liam leaves my sight I take one last look him. Tears run down his cheeks as his glossy eyes meet mine. I take a sharp breath in before turning the corner.