I'm Torn Between Three (One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 14. A Few Secrets Maybe Revealed...

Harry's POV:

My eyes opened up to the sight of Dev's lovely face infront of me. Her face looked so young and peaceful. Her hands were tucked in towards her and her legs were tangled with mine. I slightly caressed her cheek to which she got goosebumps and shivered. A smile spread across my face as her lips twitched into a small grin. I kissed her forehead and nose before I got up. I schooched out of bed trying not to wake her up. I slowly got out and stretched. I took a shower and got dressed for the day. It was 11:00 and I guess I was going to have a late breakfast. I gave Dev one more kiss on the cheek before I went to the living area. "Hey lads." I said as I saw all the guys sitting on the sofa watching the telly and having a laugh. "Hi, any news on Dev?" Niall asked. "No, but she had a bit of an incident last night." I sighed sitting next to Louis. "What incident?" Zayn asked. "She was vomiting." I shook my head trying not to remember her in that horrible state. "Is she okay now?" Louis asked. "Yeah, she's sleeping. But I don't know if I should wake her up." I said as I called for room service. I ordered breakfast for me and Dev. "Wake her up when the the food gets here." Liam said. I could sense that all of them felt for her. As we talked and laughed about a couple of more things, the food finally came 15 minutes later. "I guess it's time to wake her up." I said letting out a breath. I walked towards my room and slowly opened the door to see Dev laying on her back with her hands on her stomach. I tip toed and stood at the edge of the bed. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Dev, sweetie. Wake up." Her face instantly turned into a grimace and her back arched high up. She started to kick and wail her arms everywhere.  I started to panic. "HELP!" I yelled as I saw her gasping for breath. They all ran in yet stopped in their tracks. "Help me." She said breathlessly as her eyes rolled back. She was sweating bullets and her back went up one more time. Her hands curled up into fists and the veins on her wrists popped out. Her body finally rested and everything got relaxed. I turned to Niall and he was in tears. The rest of the guys were just in shock and we didn't know what to do. There was a moment of silence before she shot up from bed and practically scared the shit out of us. She took a deep breath and inhaled deeply trying to get air in her lungs. She looked around with wide eyes. We came by her side and we all asked her if she was okay. She kept silent yet was about to break into tears. She scrambled out of bed and ran out the room slipping through our grips and ignoring our calls. We followed her into her room as she crashed to the floor in her bedroom. She was crying so hard. She cried for dear life. We didn't even bother to ask her questions. We only picked her up and put her on the bed letting her tears flow like tsunami tides.

Dev's POV:

The dream or should I say nightmare was so surreal. Everything just came back to me, and it felt all to real. Especially everything bad. At first it started off with memories of just me, my mother, and my friends. But then everything got distorted into some sick scenario. It felt like these memories were trying to kill me. Like they were trying to sufficate me in sadness. I died in my dream. I died in the hands of the person that was supposed to be my protector in real life. I shot out of bed. I tried getting oxygen into my system. It felt like my lungs were just closed up and I couldn't breath. I was drenched in sweat and my body felt sore, tired, and exhausted. I looked around to find the boys staring in shock, panic, and worry. They quickly asked me if I was okay and what happened, yet I couldn't answer them. I felt like I couldn't speak. My throat was just not functioning. But I also felt like I was on the verge of tears. I quickly took off and went to my room ripping myself out of their grips. I ignored their calls and I didn't bother to look back and stop. I ran into my bedroom and that is where my legs failed. I dropped to my knees and started to cry my eyes out. "Dev, what happened?" Harry asked wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Niall and Zayn were knelt down in front of me and Liam and Louis were knelt down beside me while Harry sat next to me on the bed. I tried to speak yet no words came out only sobs. "Just let it out babe." Zayn said rubbing my knee. It felt like I was crying for ages before I sniffled and came to the conclusion that I ran out of tears to shed. "All the memories came back mates. All the things I tried to forget came back." I said crying alittle bit more. "What happened in your dream darling?" Niall asked. I looked at him and started to cry more. "It was fine at first then everything went wrong." I said. "Tell us all the details. We will be your therapists. Your listening ears love." Louis said. I looked down at him and gave him a small  weak smile. I crawled into bed and Harry held me close as we sat on the bed with the guys gathered around. "At first, it was just the finer things in life. Those moments I had with my friends and mum made me want to stay in my dream state forever. But then all the bad memories came. All the bullies, pain, and words hurt. And then...I died. I fought so hard. I kicked and did all I could do, but in the end he strangled me to death." I started to cry alittle bit more. My tears started to wet Harry's shirt yet he didn't mind. They all exchanged looks of sadness and pity. "Who is he Dev?" Liam asked. I looked Liam directly in the eye as my eyes watered. My vision started to blur due to the tears. All the things of the dream came back and now in detail. The stench of alcohol on him, the evil grin he had as he squeezed my neck, that crazed look in his eye just hit me. Ever single little detail of him was pictured in my head. "M-my...my....f-father." I cried into Harry's shoulder as he stoked my hair. "Shh...baby.." He whispered trying to calm me down. I couldn't keep this secret hidden any longer. "Well, it was just a dream babe. He can't hurt you. It's not real." Harry said soothingly. I stopped crying and separated myself from him. "But he is real. He's too real." I cried in my hands as Harry pulled me back towards him. "What did he do to you?" Zayn asked. I could hear a tone of anger come from him. "When I was younger, actually my whole life, I was abused by my father. My father used to beat me and my mother to the pulp. He was drunk all the time, and he took his anger out on me. After my mother died, it got worst. On the night before Halloween, my dad almost strangled me to death. The thing that actually saved me was him getting a heart attack. When he went to the hospital, I decided to book it and leave. I didn't have money at that time yet so I had to live with my two friends." I said. I let out a big breath and put my head in my hands. "How come you didn't tell us this before?" Niall asked. "Cause I felt like you would think differently of me and leave. I also didn't want pity." I said. "Why didn't your mum just leave?" Louis asked. "Two reasons. First, he would literally kill her if she left him. Second, she thought it was best for me. She didn't know that he hit me too." I said. "Why didn't you tell her that he hit you?" Niall asked. "Because I was afraid that he would kill me." I muttered through my sobs. I rested my head on Harry's shoulder as the tears started to fall on his shirt. "Well, he isn't going to hurt you anymore babe. We will protect you." Harry said kissing my head. "Really? Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes, why wouldn't be sure?" Liam asked. "I don't know." I shrugged. There was a brief moment silence before Harry asked, "Do you want anything to eat? Maybe that will make you feel better." I straightened up and looked him in the eyes. "No, I don't want to eat. Can I just lay in bed?" I asked. I've had severe depression before and since yesterday it started again. "Yeah, sure babe." Harry moved out the way so I could crawl into the bed and lay under the covers. "Is there anything we can do Dev?" Niall asked me as he grabbed my hand. He gave it a slight squeeze yet I didn't respond. I couldn't respond. I couldn't feel anything at all. I looked at him blankly. "No, I'm fine. Thank you though." I said plainly. I turned my head to the side. I didn't want to see their faces. They showed sympthy and pity towards me. Like I was dying. Yet, in every sense of the word, I was. I mentally killed myself 100 times. All there was was silence. "Let's give her some time lads." I heard Louis whisper to the boys. "Do you want me to stay Dev?" Harry asked. By now, I was already in the fetal position. My back was facing them so I couldn't see that horrid look in their eyes. "No. I don't want my depression to rub off on you." I said already feeling another tear slip from the corner of my right eye. "But Dev -" He pleaded yet I cut him off. "Just go, please." I softly said. I heard a few whispers and then the door shut. "Why does something like this always happen to me?" I mumbled to myself. I slightly got up causing myself much more pain and grabbed my diary and drawing book from under the bed. "Why can't I just be happy? Why do I always want to die? I should have let father kill me when he had the chance." I said. "Don't you ever say that!" I heard someone forcefully say from behind me. I fell off the edge of the bed and practically peed myself from how scared I was. I got up and turned around to find Harry sitting on the floor staring at me. "Do you like scaring me Haz? Bloody hell." I tried catching my breath. He stood up and came as close at the bed let him. The queen sized bed separated us yet that probably was going to stop him from laying a warm touch on my skin. "Why do you want to die? Why aren't you happy?" He asked. "You won't understand Harry." I sighed. "What do you mean I won't understand?" He asked. "You just won't." I said firmly. "If you probably tell me what's going through your mind then I can understand. You never told me your feelings." He said. He came around the bed and got close to me. He put his hands on my hips and held me there so I wouldn't back away from him. I kept looking down and I couldn't look him in the eyes. "Please babe." He whispered. I could hear the pain in his voice. "No, Harry. Please, just leave me be. I need to be alone right now." I softly said. "I'm not going to leave you alone till you tell me what you're thinking about." He said brushing the few strands of hair that fell infront of my face. "You wouldn't want to know what I'm thinking about." I said. "Try me." He said. I looked up at him. I stared at him. The thoughts now turned to two other boys. Zayn and Niall. Zayn already knows about me. The real me. I don't know about Niall though and Harry...well he has no clue. "Leave Harry." I sighed looking back down again. "W-what? Why?" He asked. His voice cracked and I could tell he was hurt. "I just need space right now. Please." I slithered out of his grip and went to the bathroom. I left him standing there. Maybe in the verge of tears or maybe hurt. I heard my bedroom door slam shut which made me flinch. "Everything is my fault." I muttered to myself as I looked in the mirror. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I wanted to punch the damn thing. All I saw was monster. I started to cry again. It seemed like all I did was that now. After some time of just crying on the bathroom floor, I went back to the bed and started to write in my diary and draw in my drawing book.