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#16 BSM He hurts you (Part 2)

#16 BSM He hurts you (Part 2)

Liam (Age 12):

It has been a week since your altercation with Liam and the last time you have spoken to him. Your nights are spent weeping into your pink fluffy pillow case, wondering what you did to make your Liam hate. Wondering what you did to make the person you look up to the most hate you. It doesn't help that the kids at school still bully you. You just wish Liam was there to comfort you.

It is a cold, dark gloomy day as you walk home from school. The weather reflecting your mood. The bullying got worse and turned down an even more negative path. It got physical. One of the girls at school hit you with a book on the side of your face, leaving a great big red mark that you know you couldn't hide. Not even with a little bit of make up.  You groan as you approach your house, thinking about how your family is going to react seeing the mark. You notice none of your parents cars are parked in the drive way, only Liam's.You walk in side and immediately run upstairs, not wanting Liam to see your face. 'But it's not like he even cares' You think negatively to yourself as you reach your bedroom. 'If he cared, he wouldn't have yelled at me, and push me to the ground' You shudder at the memory, thinking about how scary he was then. He wasn't acting like the Liam you knew.

You hear your phone ping, you quickly see it is a message from one of your bully's.

(Sent 3:10pm)

Why don't you just kill your self? No likes you. I bet your brother doesn't even like you. No one wants you around anymore.

You throw your self on to your bed and the tears pour out of your eyes uncontrollably. Maybe they are right. Maybe no one likes you. Not even Liam.

Maybe you should kill yourself

Maybe you will.

Louis (Age 5):

"I'm sorry, love" You hear Louis say through your door. Since he hit you with the soccer ball, you have completely refused to talk to him. It has been two days and you still haven't forgiven him. You didn't do anything to him so why did he hurt you? 'Maybe Lou Lou doesn't love me anymore.' You think to yourself, the only explanation you can come up with for his actions. 'I probably did something to make him angry.' You continue. You decide you are going to do something nice for him so he isn't angry at you and won't hurt you anymore.

You leave your room and plaster a fake smile on your face to make yourself seem happy. You walk to your garage and find Louis favorite soccer ball lying on the ground. You find a sharpie and draw a bunch of smiley faces on the ball, hoping that when Louis sees the soccer ball again they will make him happy.

But of course, that's not what happened.

Harry (Age 4): "Can I talk to (Y/N)?" Harry says to Zayn and Louis with sorrow on his face. Louis and Zayn share a mutual look and decide Harry can talk to you. They both stand up and walk out of the living room, but not before Louis whispering to Harry "You hurt her, you die." Making Harry gulp nervously.

"I'm sorry, love." Harry starts as he sits down next to you and picks up a doll. "I didn't mean to be mean to you or hurt you. I just got in a fight with management and I took my anger out on you. Will you forgive me?"

"No" You say stubbornly, but continue to let Harry play dolls with you.

"Please!" Harry begs as starts to reach toward you for a hug, but you move away just in time so he doesn't touch you. You are scared he'll push you again and you'll get hurt.

Harry furrows his eyebrows as he thinks for a second. His brightens as he thinks of an away to make you not be and at him anymore.

"Do you want to -" Harry starts. 
"Build a snowman?" You giggle out, thinking about your favorite movie.

"No, love, sorry. I was thinking we could go and get some ice cream and then buy you an Elsa doll."

You immediately feel your mood brighten even more. You always wanted to have the Elsa doll. She is your favorite Disney Queen. You jump up and run over to where Harry is sitting, a few steps away. You engulf Harry and the biggest hug you can and tell him you want to leave now. You can't wait much longer for Elsa.

Harry laughs at your excitement. "Does this mean you not made at me anymore?"

"No." 

Niall (Age 7): It has been two hours since you last saw Niall. It has stopped raining but you are still freezing. You still have shelter from the tree, but it isn't helping much. You wish you never ran away from Niall. You just want to go home.

"Y/N" You hear someone shout from a distance away, moments later, as they run towards. It was Zayn. Which confused you because you didn't even know Zayn was in Ireland, yet.

"We've been looking for you for forever, (Y/N)" Zayn says when he finally reaches you. He sounds of breath, like he has been running a marathon.

"We?" You say, confused on who else was looking for you. You thought Niall was angry with you and would come looking for you.

"Yes. Me and Niall have been looking for you since you ran off. Please don't do that again, Niall didn't know what to do." 

You just nod your head and allow Zayn to help you stand up as he leads you to where Niall is across the street. When Niall sees you nearing and dashes towards you. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes into the biggest hug.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N) Please forgive me. The paparazzi are just so annoying." Niall stutters out, his accent thick because of how scared he was that he lost.

"I'm sorry I ran away." You cry out as you hold on to Niall tighter.

"It's okay, love. Lets just go home, yeah" Niall says as he reaches for your hand and guides you to his car. Zayn trailing behind.

Zayn (Age 10): It has been a day since Zayn hit you when he thought you took his cigarettes. You have only left your hiding spot to sneak to the bathroom. Gladly no one has spotted you yet. You had put a bunch of water bottles and junk food in your hideout previously, so you don't need to worry about food. You just don't want to face Zayn again. He scares you now. 

You can hear Harry, Liam and Zayn searching for you. You even heard Liam suggest to call the cops, but luckily Harry convinced him not to. He has a feeling that you were hiding somewhere in the house. He just doesn't know where.

You grab one of the pillows you have in your hideout and gently place your head on it. You just want to run away to your friends house, but you know you can't. They'll find you if do. You decide just to go to sleep, seeing as it was past midnight already. As you feel yourself slowly drift to sleep, you hear a bang and someone screech:

"I found her!"

Part 3?