Twisted Minds [h.s]

F I F T E E N

TW - For the bruising image above

I stare in the bathroom mirror, my head tilted backwards as I examine the bruising surrounding my neck.

Tears roll down my red and swollen cheeks as I graze my finger over the tender skin.

The red and purple spotting covered my entire neck; the finger prints that belonged to Harry, being sickly visible.

I grab my long hair and bring it over my shoulders, trying to cover the bruising as much as I can. It's not like there's anyone to hide it from but just for my own peace of mind, I'd rather not see it everytime I look in the mirror.

I let out a deep sigh, using my thumb to wipe the tears under my eyes before I slightly jump from a knock at the bathroom door.

"Sophie?" I hear the comforting Irish accent and feel my tense muscles relax.

"Come in." I mumble out, loud enough for him to hear.

I keep my eyes directed at the mirror as I hear the door creak open, followed by a small gasp.

"What the fuck happened?" Niall asked frantically and I turn to him with dreary eyes.

"It's nothing." I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut for a split second before opening them again.

He moves closer to me and gently brings his hand up to the hair covering my neck.

"May I?" His blue eyes read concerned and I feel my heart grow weak with his sympathy.

I nod slowly before he gently grabs my hair, moving it behind my shoulder.

I watch his expression as he scans his eyes over my neck, his lips parted slightly and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Did Harry do this?" He brings my hair back over my shoulder and I feel a tear slip out of my eye.

"Y-yeah." I croak out, dropping my head to my chest.

I hear him let out a frustrated sigh before his thumb and index finger are placed on my chin, lifting my head back up to face him.

His eyes flicker between both of mine and before I know it, he's pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around my frail body and placing his chin on top of my head.

"I'm sorry." I hear him whisper from above me, keeping me tight in his embrace.

I melt into him, wrapping my arms weakly around him.

"Please don't apologise. This wasn't you." I mumble into his chest, my tears making a dark stain on his grey shirt.

I feel as his hand is brought up to the top of my head, running his fingers through my hair.

"I'll never let him lay his hands on you again. I promise." He continues to keep his fingers running through my hair and I nod into his chest.

I sniffle. "Okay."

Our sentimental moment is cut short with an angry voice coming from outside the bathroom door.

"Niall. Go do what you're supposed to be doing." I hear the deep, husky accent grunt.

Immediately, my entire body tenses and Niall let's go of me.

I watch as he looks down at me, moving my hair from out of my eyes.

"I promise." He whispers, repeating the words he said only a minute or so ago before turning away and leaving the bathroom.

I swallow the lump in my throat as Harry stands there, glaring Niall down as he walks away and then turning to me.

His eyes flicker down to my neck and I quickly bring my hand up to cover it.

"Sophie." He mutters. "Move your hand."

I bite the inside of my cheek and slowly move my hand away from my neck.

He takes a step forward and I instantly flinch. His features noticeably soften but I still feel myself grow more anxious.

He doesn't step any closer. He stands directly in the doorframe and I keep my hands by my side, trying hard not to show my weakness.

"Did— did I hurt you that bad?" He mumbles, his eyes full with something I can't quite put my finger on.

What a bipolar fucking psycho.

I nod my head, trying to hold back from rolling my eyes at his fake concern.

"I— didn't mean to." He breathes out, his eyebrows creased.

"But you did." I fire back, sharply.

"I-I don't hurt women. I don't do that." He mumbles out, almost as if he's trying to convince himself more than he's trying to convince me.

I grab my hair and throw it behind me, turning my head to the side to give him a full display of the hand mark that's wrapped around my small throat.

"Say that to my neck." I spit, before angrily walking out of the bathroom, shoving my shoulder slightly into him as I move around him.

He doesn't react. He just stands there with his face in an almost state of shock.

I walk downstairs and into the kitchen, seeing Liam and Louis sitting on the stools at the kitchen bench.

They ignore my presence and I ignore theres as I walk past the bench and go to the refrigerator, opening the freezer. I pull out a small bag of frozen peas and immediately bring it to my neck.

Hopefully this will help calm the bruising and redness.

I shut the freezer door, turning back towards the two brunette boys sitting there with their eyes now burning into me.

"Woah." Liams eyes go slightly wide and I realise he's staring at my neck. They both are.

"Sorry bout Harry. He has his moments." Louis says, squinting his eyes and almost examining my neck from afar.

I roll my eyes, keeping the bag of frozen peas to my neck and walk off, back up the stairs.

I make a beeline for my bedroom, before noticing Nialls bedroom door open.

I hear hushed whispers and can't help myself from eavesdropping.

I walk swiftly over to the side of the door, out of sight and start listening to the familiar accents.

"Why are you getting so close with her?"  I hear as Harry grows frustrated.

They're talking about me?

"Look Harry. I don't think the trade is a good idea." The Irish accent replies in a hushed tone.

This is the third time I've heard of whatever the fuck this trade is and I'm really starting to believe I play a major role in it.

"Tell me why then." Harrys tone is beyond impatient.

"Because it's fucked up. Sophie doesn't deserve all the shit she's copping from you guys."

He's not wrong.

"Just because you're getting a little highschool crush, doesn't mean you have to ruin this for all of us." Harry grunts and I cant help but roll my eyes.

"Fuck you, Styles. Have a little compassion."

"I will do whatever I need to do to get us out of this mess. We need to put eachother before any random bitch we find."

Yeah, so much for compassion.

"Fucking whatever. Piss off now I wanna be alone." Niall whisper shouts.

I hear as Harry huffs and my eyes widen as I realise he's gonna leave the room. I quickly scurry off to the bedroom I'm staying in and silently shut the door behind me.

I sit on the edge of the bed, keeping the frozen pea bag to my neck.

I really hope Niall keeps that promise. I don't have too many other options to escape.

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hi sorry this was a short chapter

do u like niallllll hehe I reckon he's a cutie pie