The footsteps are Nialls. I know his light gentle footsteps. I turn around and breath. "Ariana I'm sorry, I didnt mean.." I shush him and lean in for a hug. He wraps his strong hands around my waist and sighs. I let go and turn his wrists around to see the cuts. They're deep and really bad. My eyes tear up and land on his wrists. "I guess this is this is the part where your tears heal my cuts." He half laughs and pulls his wrists away pleaing for another hug. I cant help but hug him right now. For some odd reason, thoughts of me and Harry making love play through my mind. What was I thinking? He just wanted to get in my pants. And I let him. How stupid of me. I squeeze tighter to make the thoughts pop out of my head. "I didnt want you seeing me like that Ari." He says in my hair.
Tears plop from my eyes at his sincere voice. So warming, so angel like, so.. Niall.

Notes

WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?
ohh idk :3