*Liam*
I sat up as Zayn told Megan to share with us. She was sitting in the spiny chair fidgeting with the ripped part of her jeans. I didn't say anything as Zayn slowly got up and walked over to her. He placed his hands on either side of the desk, locking he in place.
His face was half a inch away from hers and he snarled, giving her his death glare. "what!? Not gonna share now? What a little bitch you are. You're no better then regular people! You run away from life! You want attention! You got what you wanted! You now know I am fucked up!"
He only stopped to grab her arm and pull up her sleeve. I pushed myself up from the floor. "hey Zayn mate-" he cut me off quickly. I looked the words carved into her arm. The cigarette burns and other marks. I bit my lip as Zayn kept talking.
Well shouting. "you cant see it but we all have hidden stories. I won't be everyone else. I'll never say sorry for the bad shit that happens because that's life. No I do not pity you, I pity the people who pity you." he stood up and walked out grabbing his bag.
Niall ran a hang through his hair and burst into tears. I jumped up and hugged my best of best mates tightly. I whispered sweet nothing's to clam him down. He just sobbed harder. 'im trying LiLi! I was making progress. H-he tells me how he is feeling now but I think I just ruined everything!"
I looked around my room for some kid of help. Harry gave me a look. We share them a lot. We both try to help the others in getting better at being proud of who they are. Zayn was our toughest one. He is about two times worse then Lou. Let's just say they both are messed up.
"you didn't ruin anything. It's hard for all of us. He hasn't taken his meds in over a week. It's not your fault." Harry whispered to him. Niall looked up, whipping his puffy eyes. "he said he was! My poor Zaynie!" he cried and ran out of the room.
*Megan*
I watched Zayn leave and I looked at my arm. He was right but I wasn't going to give him an ego boost. At least not that easily. I slipped out of the room as Niall began to cry. The pull down stairs to the attic were down.
I took a chance and climbed up. I hid my smirk when I saw in the shadows the confusing Zayn leaning on a window. It was open as I could see some weird cloud, as I got closer I could see he was smoking. I scrunched my nose up and stopped next to him.
I pulled my lighter from my pocket and slowly flipped the top. "you wanna know? Fine you can know." I said sharply watching the flames dance in front of me. "fuck off he growled. I ignored it and continued.
*Flashback: Megan*
I skipped school for the 4th time this week. Why should I care? I have friends. I don't need school, I thought as I brushed my dyed blonde hair off my shoulders. We were using this time to watch the football players practice.
They had a thing for us cheerleaders and plus it was a Friday. That meant a game then a party. We never lost. My mum was too drunk to notice anything I do. She has liver cancer but wont do shit but drink. My dad only sent us cheek once a week.
My mum won't tell me anything and just hits me drunk or sober. I pretend everything is okay. Popular people can't have home problems. "yo! Chrissy! Anyone home?" I blinked and looked over to Megan A. We all were named Megan so we went by middle names.
"Wha sorry..." I mumbled. "I asked if your finally gonna let Bradt go all the way tonight." I shrugged as my response. I didn't really want too but I would get shunned If I didn't . He was my boyfriend but I wasn't really into him like that.
*skip over to last minute for game- Megan*
I cheered waving my pomp pomps like a mad man. If we scored one more goal we won the whole tournament. (a/n: I don't know if it's actually called that.) Bradt was the quarterback back and star player. I let out a loud scream when he made the winning touchdown.
All my "friends" hugged each other in turn as the boys ran over to our side of the field. "Megs we did it!" Bradt cried running over and hugging Megan A. I blocked it out and walked over smiling at him. "congrats baby." I said giving him a kiss.
He barely kissed me back an pulled away quickly. "thanks." he mumbled and went back to Megan A.
*skip over to party*
We were out at the beach. The forest was filled with people making out, drunk. Everyone else was at the bonfire. I stumbled looking around for Bradt. I was wanting to go home and I was gonna go say goodbye to him. I scanned the party people to have no luck.
My bum was grabbed and I jumped. "Bradt! You dont... " I stopped when I saw it was his friend Charlie. "hey babe." he slurred out. "I'll take you to him." he said in a creepy way but my head was to fuzzy to notice. "s-sure." I slurred out and let him lead me to his van.
I frowned when there was nothing there. "he's not here." I whispered. Charlie nodded and slammed his mouth down onto mine, shoving me into the door. It made contact with my hand with a thunk. I whimpered and tried to wiggle free but his grip was too tight.
"get.....o-off" I manage to gasp out. His hands were now up my skirt and the other up my shirt, unhooking my bra with ease. I thought he was drunk. "Bradt was me to give you a message." he slurred once again this time bitting into my neck. A gasp of pain excuses my lips but he takes it for one of pleasure.
*skipping over this because I want too.*
Charlie laughed in my face. "that was a waste of time. Bradt says your over." he continued to laugh and left. I scrambled to find my clothes as I heard a high pitch giggle. "Megan you slut!" I heard. I felt fresh tears come to my eyes.
"I. Am..... Not...a slut." I choked on my words when my accent I kept hidden slipped. "you're a freak and a fake.... And no longer a cheerleader" she snickered. I slipped my clothes on as they left. I looked around for a way home. It was pouring rain by now and most have all ready left.
I carried my shows by hand and started the long track back to my house. It took a couple hours but I made it back. A unfamiliar car was in the drive. The lights were also on. I am so fucked, I thought as I went inside. "Mum.... I'm home." I choke out and make my way to the stairs.
"Megan your father is in your room waiting for you." was the only reply I got. I nodded to myself as I made my way down the hall. The door was all ready open , so I just stepped in.
*Now: Megan*
I stopped short because I didn't remember what happened next. I flicked the ashes off my cigarette Zayn gave me half way though. "then what?" was his only question. He was on his third one. "I don't remember. So don't say shit like that to me." I said and finished mine off and went back down stairs.
*Nialler*
I was sitting in the bathroom crying when a soft knock interests me. "Niall..... I'm sorry if I ruined things for you." a girl voice said. I gasped. "megan... You didn't ruin it...." I started but she cut me off. "you can't fix everything babe but I know someone who needs a little Irish luck."I got up and opened the door.
Why I did this? I have no fucking clue. My eyes left the floor when I saw Zayn standing there behind her. His black was was now flat like he ran his hands through it constantly. He had a soft frown on his perfect lips that caused a slight dent in his forehead. I met his gold brown eyes that lite up when they met mine.
I stepped around Megan and jumped into his arms. "Zaynie I'm so sorry." I say into the crook of his neck, beginning to cry again. "Ni boo. You didn't do anything wrong. I was being a prick." he mumbled into my hair. I shook my head no. "You were not" I told him. "then what was I being?"be asked.
I pulled back to smile at him. "being my perfect boyfriend who tends to a prick." I say laughing. He gasped. "wait.... Your saying yes?" he stumbled out. I nodded. "now kiss me you goof. " I told him. "as you wish my lucky charm." he sake crashing his lips to mine.
