"You didn't mean it You didn't mean it If you didn't mean it then why would you say it He didn't mean it You never mean it Then why in the world would you say it There's no tomorrow don't you know Love me now or let me go He didn't mean it You never mean it Then why in the world would you say it Say it, say it." Once, I left the light on in the bedroom, since I was the last to fall asleep. I reached up and rubbed the now faded dark bruises from where Zayn smashed my head into the wall multiple times, making me promise not to be so stupid next time. One night I didn't make enough dinner because I forgot Ed and Andy were coming over. I wrapped my hand around my right wrist, still feeling the scratchy bandages left from Liam forcing my arm onto the stove. One time I bumped into Harry on the way down the stairs. I placed my arms around myself, still feeling the sting of my cracked bones, caused when he pushed me down both flights of twenty steps. One day, I accidentally insulted Louis' best friend and beard Eleanor. I ran my hands through my hair, imagining the feel of thick blood pouring from my scalp from how he gripped my hair until I apologized to him. One of our concerts was canceled because I got sick, and I shuddered violently at the memory of how my four boyfriends beat me. I love all four of my boyfriends, I really do. But, I just wish they still loved me. I wish they were back to the boys I fell for. I wish I could have my Cinderella story ending with my four handsome princes...
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