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I sat down my bed as he tried to fix his. It was quite messy. After doing so, he laid down for a while and started reading his books. I stared at him and observed his entirety. He was beautiful, the fluffy blonde hair made its way down to his forehead flawlessly. Braces made his being seem so nice and shy. But the bruises and blood on his body we're disturbing. I tried to not notice them but they looked severe.

"If you don't mind, what happened?" I asked

"As you can see, I was beaten up. They said I was taking you away from them. From him, to be specific." With a sound of anger in his voice.

He did not hold back answering me. It felt like he was fed up with everything that happened. Like he was used to it. It felt like he was filled with fear with the guys that did this to him. It seemed like he never fights back when they try to harm him. He was so powerless.

"Who is that 'him' you're saying Niall?" I asked in curiosity.

"K-Ke-"

I interrupted him with an assumption. "Ken? He's a jerk isn't he?"

"He is. He really is."

Ken. The guy who called Niall a fucked up nerd. The guy who liked me because of my bra and breast. He was out of line. It wasn't right to hurt somebody who you think is getting someone you don't know from you. That's pointless.

"You're not mad at me though?"

"Did you beat me up?" He responded with sarcasm in his tone.

"I mean, this would have not happened if it wasn't for me." I tried to explain.

"Yeah right." He said in annoyance.

His response made me curious about him and his past. What does he mean?