Do Bullies Fall in Love?

Morning after

Ariel's POV

Around eleven Niall woke me up to get some breakfast. I really didn't feel like going but I didn't want to hurt his feeling so I quickly changed and met Niall in the lobby of the hotel.

A bunch of paparazzi were waiting outside of the hotel.

"The car is waiting for us outside, Ariel just hold my hand and you'll be fine 'Kay?" Niall said. I gave him a quick nod and grabbed his hand as we pushed through the doors of the hotel. As soon as we passed the doors a bunch of questions were thrown at us.

"Are you guys dating?"

"Ariel why did you to the graveyard so late at night?"

"Niall how long have you guys been dating?"

"Where are the rest of the boys?" more questions kept being thrown at us. Niall was opening the door to the car when someone yelled

"How's your alcoholic father doing?" I could tell Niall was getting mad.

"Listen don't ever bring up her father again. Fucking scumbag" Niall yelled and I pulled him in the car before he could say another word

"Niall that going all over the media now!" I whispered yelled at him.

"I know but he had no right bringing up your father." I nodded my head at looked out the window.

"Can we leave tonight please?" I asked him, breaking the silence in the car.

"Yeah, whatever you want babe" he said kissing my hand.

***

It was already five and our flight leaves at nine. I couldn't wait to leave this nightmare and start something new. I packed all me things and was ready to leave.

I sat at the desk the hotel provided for us and I was writing in my journal, when I knock came from my door. I quickly shut my journal and open the door. It was Niall with this luggage.

"Hey, the car is going to be here at 7:30 so we could have enough time to check in and stuff." Niall said entering the room.

"Alright then, I'm going to hop into the shower real quick" I said heading to the shower leaving Niall alone.

Niall's POV

I sat in the couch watching telly waiting for Ariel to get ready. Soon a blue notebook got my attention. I walked up to it and realised that it was her journal. I knew that I couldn't read it but the temptation got the best of me. I quickly opened to a random page and began to read her handwriting

Dear No one,

Why should I sing when my voice cries? Why should I care when no one else does? I'm tired of being hurt. I know I am no one but I do need to be cared for. But I'm left alone in the dust that my "loved ones" left.

Why should I pretend, when I should speak the truth. Pretend to be happy when in the inside I feel that I can't communicate with this world.

Tears run down my face all the time, it has become normal. All the people that "loved" me made me cry and left me hurt.

Some say love like you've never been hurt but what happens when you're so hurt you can't love? what then? what if love doesn't exists.

Love is always taken away by death, break ups, divorce. There is always a way to get hurt by it.

But why should I write when all I write is numb? what do I do when my tears run out? what happen when I'm polished out? will my flaws still be there?

In this world no one cares. People only care for a bit and then they stop.... that's that. IF NO ONE CARES THEN WHY SHOULD I?

I finished reading the entry dated 2 years ago. I sighed taking in all that I've read. That little entry was like taking a trip into Ariel's mind. She had been scared by her passed life that she can't let it go. I heard the water turn off, so I quickly closed the book and went back to the couch and pretended to watch telly.