“Hey Niall, do you think you and I could talk?” I said into the phone.
“Yeah, sure…uh what’s up?” He sounded concerned.
“Just to catch up!” I smiled.
“Oh! Yeah, dat’d be great!” He sounded like an excited puppy over the phone.
“Your place tomorrow then? Or mine?” I asked.
“Yours.” He sounded happy.
“Okay, see ya then!” I hung up.

“Feel better?” Louis asked, smiling at me. I nodded. He opened his arms asking for a hug. I hadn’t told him much about earlier today and he understood why. I’ll tell him when I am ready. I yawned.
“I’m sleepy.” Louis shook his head, picked me up and carried me to bed. He went to go leave but I grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. He rolled his eyes and climbed into bed with me.

I finished straightening up and shooed Louis out a half hour ago. I just wanted to catch up so why was I so antsy? I looked at my arms…
“That’s why…” I muttered.
“Dat’s why what?” I heard a voice at the door. I whirled around to see Niall standing there. Just like old times, he just walked in or just showed up out of the blue.
“Nothing, you could of knocked!” I laughed.
“Well, yer door was open, knockin’ is so old!” He stuck his tongue out at me. I just laughed and walked to the kitchen.
“Tea? Soda? Food?” I called out, putting a kettle on the stove.
“Did you seh food?” Niall was already going through my fridge.
“Jeez…you are so obsessed with food.” I giggled. He gave me a serious look.
“Food is da answer to everyting.” He then proceeded to grab sandwich meats and bread. Oh boy. Nothing has changed.

“Niall! Give me back my damn guitar!” I whined. I started to get a hint of my Irish accent back from being around him.
“Ey! Dere’s da Irish girl dat left me so many years ago.” I saw his face fall.
“I tried to say goodbye Niall…” I looked down.
“Really?” He asked.
“Yeah…my dad wouldn’t let me. I cried and begged for him to stop the car…but he just told me to shut up and we kept going.” I felt a tear slip. Niall was looking at me. He had put the guitar down and was listening.
“Yer dad didn’t like me too much…did he?” He asked.
“No! It wasn’t that, it was the fact that he hated anyone who I could talk too about my home life.” I sighed. Time to tell my story.
“Yer home life?” He scooted closer to me.
“They beat me Niall…remember all those bruises I had on my arms and legs?” I asked. He started to make sense of what I was saying to him.
“All da times you fell down da stairs…dat was yer dad?” He asked, looking out into the distance.
“Yeah…or my mum.” He rubbed my back.
“How’d you get away?” He asked.
“I ran. I had enough money to move back to Ireland…I came to find you. I called and texted. I even popped by your old house. Your mom told me you followed that dream of yours.” I smiled and punched his shoulder lightly.
“So you didn’t hate me?” He asked, ignoring my comment.
“No! I could never hate you, Nialler.” I smiled at him. He smiled and hugged me tightly.
“So what happened with dat Mark character?” He asked.
“Emotionally hurt me…died in a car accident…he also erm…” I was trying to figure out how to tell him. I saw Niall’s eyes grow wide. He must have figured it out.
“He didn’t…rape?” Niall looked pissed.
“Yeah…” I felt myself starting to shake.
“Dat fecking bastard!” Niall muttered under his breath.
“He’s dead now…” I was shaking more and more. My anxiety was through the roof.
“Does Louis know yet?” He asked.
“No.” I was hyperventilating. Niall rubbed my back. He has dealt with my anxiety attacks before. So he knew what to do.
“Shhh…breathe love.” He cooed, rubbing my back in slow circles. I started to even out my breathing.
“That’s why I flipped when Louis touched me yesterday.” I sighed.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t dere for you Anna…” He looked at me.
“No, you have no reason to be sorry Niall.” I hugged him. He hugged me back tightly. I finally had my best friend back. We sat there just talking, I asked him about his X-factor audition and he showed me Louis’s tape.

Niall’s P.O.V

Anna never hated me! Yes! God all these years I thought she left because of me. Come to find out, it was due to her parents’ divorce.
“Ni! I want to play my guitar!” Anna whined. I had been fiddling with chords and humming random tunes off our new album.
“Okay, Louis told me ‘bout dat YouTube channel o’ yers!” I passed the guitar to her. She blushed.
“Really? So if I started vlogging right now, would you care?” She asked, pulling out her phone.
“Da fans don’t know ‘bout you…” I would love to watch her work. But it’ll be hard for me not to be shown in the frame.
“Well why don’t we tell em ‘bout me?” She smiled, and then clicked record.

“Hi guys! Sorry I haven’t updated in about a week. I have been on this crazy adventure…with these five boys…Tyler Oakly…be prepared to be jealous. Wanna see who I’m hanging with?” She asked into the camera, then she pointed it at me. I waved.
“Hi everybody!” I laughed.
“Yep! That is Niall Horan from One Direction! And he has been my best friend for years! But why didn’t you tell us Anna? Well…it’s One Direction. Anyway, just thought I’d update you all. I’ll be doing a cover of Ed Sheeran soon. So look out for that! Bye!” She then proceeded to cover the lens with her hand and turn it off.

“So you do dis a lot?” I asked her.
“Yep.” She smiled.
“Can I hear dat Ed Sheeran cover now?” I asked.
“When I put it up on YouTube and Itunes…yes.” She smiled at me.
“What’s bothering you?” I asked her, seeing her facial expression change.
“I’m sorry for draggin’ you and Adrienne into this mess.” She looked down at her scars. I never noticed how deep some of them were.
“When did ya start cutting?” I asked her.
“After I moved.” She traced some of her scars. I noticed the newer ones on her arm. The ones she said was the cat. I grabbed her arm gently and looked.
“A lot o’ dese are deep Anna.” I looked up at her.
“Suicide attempts.” She shrugged her shoulders. She tried to kill herself?! Shit…she needs help.
“Suicide…?” She sighed.
“Niall…when I moved…everything went downhill. When I moved back here and met Mark. He sent me to the mental clinic place. It made things worse…” She must have known what I was thinking.
“You know Louis won’t hurt you…right?” I looked her in the eyes.
“I hope.” She sighed. Just then my phone rang.

“Hey Louis.” I answered.
“Hey, we gotta meet Simon at the studio. You gotta record your parts for one of the tracks.” He stated. I sighed.
“Alright, be dere in a few.” I hung up.

“Simon needs us to record. Sorry love.” I got up and hugged Anna.
“It’s fine, go. I’m tired anyway.” She laughed. I looked at the time. It was seven PM. She had a long night last night. So I understood. She waved as I left.

Three Weeks Later
Anna’s P.O.V

In the past three weeks I hadn’t cut myself and I have eaten 900 calories worth of food everyday. Everyone kept an eye on me and such. It was more annoying than anything. I don’t want to recover…not yet.
“Anna! Ready to go shopping?” Perrie, Zayn’s fiancé, called from hall. I was getting my bag together.
“Yeah, give me a second!” I yelled. I was frantically searching for my emergency razor. I took it everywhere. Now I couldn’t find it.
“C’mon!” Perrie yelled. I sighed in defeat and made my way to her.
“Sorry, couldn’t find my hair tie.” I lied. She just rolled her eyes and dragged me out to her car.

We got to the shopping center...that's the first time I saw my mum in years.