Abused and Bullied (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 24

The rest of the day goes mostly like that; as we're walking through the stores and I manage to sneak away from the boys to buy stuff myself, Zayn catches me before I get to the register and brings me back to them. 

By the time we're walking back out to the car, my feet are cramping and I'm exhausted. We all stumble back into the car, sitting down. I end up in the far back of the van once again, this time between Niall and Louis. 

"While you lads and lady were inside, I called Olive Garden and ordered to go; as you know since I texted you all for your orders." Paul speaks up from the front seat, starting the van's ignition. I smile, thinking about the food that I had ordered; Fettuccine Alfredo with Broccoli.

The drive happens in silence, and after waiting patiently in the car, I hear the trunk door open. I turn my head to look over my shoulder, seeing Paul placing a large paper bag into the trunk, moving the bags around to make room. 

I shuffle around in my seat, getting comfortable as Paul merges the van onto the freeway to take us back to the house. I feel someone wrap their arms around my waist. I lean into them, resting my head on their chest, quickly realizing that it's Niall. 

"You can go to sleep, hon. We'll wake you up when we're back at the house." Niall whispers, lightly pecking me on my temple. I close my eyes, listening to the sound of the soft chatter between the boys as I fall asleep.

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I feel someone lightly shaking my arms, lulling me awake. I peel open my eyes, seeing Harry, no longer old-woman Harriet, crouched in front of me. 

"C'mon; the other boys are already inside and Paul left and went home. We're gonna' eat dinner and watch a movie."

Harry reaches his hand towards me and I take it gratefully, pulling off the hoodie I found draped over me instead.

"Who's sweatshirt is this?" I ask, lifting it up to inspect it. 

"It's Liam's. He said you looked cold so he took it off and used it to cover you up," Harry says as he takes my hand, leading me from the car and to the house. 

As we enter the house, I feel a rush of cold air hit me. Not even thinking, I grab Liam's hoodie from my arms and slip it over my head, pulling the sleeves until they cover my knuckles. I look down, chuckling to myself at how big it is on me.

The guys, who had also taken all of the makeup off, are seated in the living room, leaving the middle cushion and the far right cushion open, Liam sitting directly in front of the middle cushion. 

Louis is on the far left cushion and Niall is in front of him, leaning his back against Louis' legs. Zayn is in front of the far right cushions, leaving a small space behind him. 

I walk over to the couch, seeing that they have a takeout tray with my name on it on the middle cushion. I move to the front of the couch, stepping over Liam's shoulder and crawling onto the middle cushion, watching Harry jump over the back of the couch and land on the far right cushion. 

Liam hands me my tray, which by the feel of it, I can tell it has been heated up, as well as a fork. I thank him, setting the tray onto my lap and starting to eat as they pick out a movie.

Zayn, who has the remote, scrolls through Netflix, ending up choosing, by Niall's recommendation, a scary movie called Dismissed. Based on the short description Zayn gave as it loaded, it's about a student who seems super innocent but blackmails and hurts a teacher and some students into getting his way.

Once the movie starts to pick up pace and get more intense, I feel Harry start to move around. I look at him confused, waiting for him to get comfortable, but he puts one of his legs on my lap and the other between my back and the couch. He reaches forward, taking my now empty tray and places it on the end-table next to the couch. 

After settling in so he's lying his back partly against the armrest and partly against the back-cushion of the couch, he reaches forwards, gently lulling me towards him. I end up lying on my stomach, my head near his collarbone, which is surprisingly comfortable. Harry wraps his arms gently around my waist, slightly moving so his head is comfortable.

During the scary parts of the movie, I hide my face in Harry's chest, involuntarily bunching up part of his shirt by his shoulder to hold onto. I see the boys look and check on me every once in a while, making sure that I don't get scared to the point that they need to turn the movie off, but I'm glad they didn't. I'm actually really interested in the theme of the movie.

I had to write a paper in the class I took during dual-enrollment for English102, which I of course took after English101. I wrote it on people in popular television shows and movies, and how some of the lovable characters may be psychopaths or sociopaths. 

Seeing as this movie is a psychological thriller (which I say for sake of spoiling the movie), it really seemed to peak my interest. Once I realized some important facts about Lucas Ward's character, I found it difficult to peel my eyes from the screen.

Seeing as I have a very broad history with different issues and problems, maybe I could be a therapist. Having personal experience with trauma could maybe do some good in the world.