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Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Desirah's POV

Dating Niall wasn't all rainbows and unicorns like everyone might think it is. We still experienced the same problems we had when we were friends. It was usually easy to put our arguments to rest. But sometimes, things got a little overwhelming trying to keep everything intact.

I returned from the supermarket with Zayn. We never brought Niall grocery shopping anymore because he always wanted to buy out the whole store. We had purchased necessary healthy foods along with a bunch of junky snacks that Joseph would not approve of. I tried to keep Zayn from putting them in the basket, but he told me that all of the boys loved to go against their manager.

We arrived at the One Direction residence and took off our jackets and shoes. We were on another much-needed break. I had missed this place. It obtained many good memories.

"Guys, guys!" Liam shouted, rushing into the foyer. He looked like he was panicking. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was set in a tight grimace. Something was wrong.

"Liam, what is it?" I asked in concern. "You look like you've seen the undead!"

"Desirah, I need you," he said, grabbing my wrist. "Zayn, put the groceries away. Come on!"

He suddenly ran up the steps to the bedrooms, dragging me along with him. I tried to keep up and not die by tripping on the stairs, but it was nearly impossible. Liam pushed me into Niall's bedroom, but he stayed out in the hall.

"He's in there," he said nervously, wringing his hands together. By "he", Liam was probably referring to Niall. "He's been asking for you. He needs your help!"

I tried to ask Liam what was wrong, but he didn't answer. Instead, he spun around and clambered down the steps. I frowned, but stepped into Niall's dark bedroom. I shut the door behind me and flicked on the light. I gasped.

Niall was laying down on his bed, his stomach facing the ceiling. His arms were riddled with brown and blue bruises. Both of his eyes were blackened, and he had a cut lip. Little scratches could be seen on his face and arms. He looked like he'd been attacked by a massive rabid dog!

"Niall!" I cried.

I rushed to his side, and he turned his head to look at me. He grinned. At least none of his teeth were missing.

"Hey, Dizzy," he rasped. He forced himself to sit up, gasping a little bit in the process. "What's up?"

I ignored his question. "What the heck happened to you? Are you okay? Where are you hurting?"

Niall only chuckled. "You don't have to fuss, I'm perfectly fine. You think I look bad? You should see the other guy!" He tried to laugh it off, but he grunted and held his ribs.

"Stay here, and don't move," I ordered.

I rushed into the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. Why hadn't Liam helped him? Had they been waiting for me? I ran back into Niall's room and opened the small box.

"Where are you hurt?" I asked him seriously. "And no joking."

"Uh, pretty much everywhere," he breathed.

"I said not to joke!"

"I'm not kidding you!"

"Take off your shirt."

Niall gave me a look as if I was crazy. "What?"

"Take off your shirt!" I repeated snappily.

He hurriedly ripped it over his head, obeying me instantly. I didn't like to yell at him, but sometimes he acted like such a child. My hand flew to my mouth in shock at what I saw, and tears shimmered in my eyes.