Over Again

Niall's POV

She began to sway, her eyes drifting into a state of being lost, as though she were losing herself. It was then that I noticed the crimson crescents that adorned her small wrist, bones protruding through her satin tan skin, buried deep. The area around it was thankfully without bruising, but the seemingly endless amount of blood that was sapped from her body through the hateful wound sickened and worried me infinitely. Reacting to my impulses, I pushed through he crowd, not bothering to excuse myself as I did so- partially due to my rage towards whoever did this to her. I had expected the protective side of her to wear off, being separated for all this time- much too long. I gently bent down in front of her, swinging her light body as though she were a paper. She couldn't weigh more than 100 pounds, although it was understandable for her height- which annoyed her to no end.
I know she would probably chew my head out later for this- she hated me babying her, but I would survive her lectures, getting lost in my thoughts as I pretended to listen shamefully. However, many times it wasn't my thoughts that had me running around for directions back home, but her eyes- inviting me into a place so warm, happy, content, as she spoke about basic feminism, although she never claimed to be one. She wasn't, but the idea of being babied by anyone in general provoked her to send them into misery, no matter what their intentions.
That was one thing I respected her greatly for- she always tried her best to keep herself strong and independent, no matter what was on the verge of crushing her into a million little pieces.
And even if she was, she would put herself back together, piece by piece. However, going through this process, pieces of you get chipped away- lost. People may chip them away with their hatred, or you might, out of insecurity or anything else. You keep doing it until you look at yourself in the mirror, and don't recognize yourself anymore.

I met up with the rest of the boys- last, out on he streets in a secluded corner according to the directions Louis had messaged me. They furrowed their eyes in confusion when they saw that Jenna was piggybacking me. Zayn and Liam sent me looks of disapproval, probably telling me that she can take care of herself, particularly Zayn- still a bit upset from our harsh split back in California.

Taking the wrist that I had held gently to prevent any more damage, now covered in dried blood, a clot starting to form on the several cuts, I showed the boys. Small snored were emitted from Jenna's parted lips, the side of her head resting comfortably between my shoulder and head. Somehow, I think that it belonged there.
The looks on Liam and Zayn's face immediately softened, whilst Harry and Louis switched between concerned and... jealous?

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