Kidnapped by One Direction

I wake up to someone shaking me gently. When I peel open my eyes, I realize that it’s Liam.
“What is it?” I ask, groaning and rolling over.
“I made breakfast.” He says. “C’mon, get out of bed!”
Suddenly interested, I slip out of bed and put a hoodie on, following him out of my room, down the hallway, and into the kitchen.
Wow, he really outdid himself. I didn’t even know that Liam could cook!
There’s a huge spread before me, including eggs, waffles, pancakes, toast, and bacon.
“Wow, Li!” I giggle. “You made a lot!”
He doesn’t answer, instead smiling at me.
“I’ll get the boys up,” he says. “why don’t you start filling up a plate?”
I nod and grab a plate from the cabinet, putting a few strips of bacon and a waffle on the plate.
When he comes back, he looks pretty annoyed.
“Nobody wanted to get up.” He rolls his eyes. “Not even Niall. And I told him how much food I made!”
At the mention of Niall, I cringe, reaching my hand up to my face subconsciously. I’m not eager to see Niall again after what he said and did. How could he hit me like that?
Liam notices and pulls me into an embrace.
“I won’t ever let him hurt you again.” He promises, looking me in the eye. I can’t help but believe him.
I sniffle, burying myself deeper into his shirt. It isn’t long before I’m actually crying, choking on sobs and half wishing Liam wasn’t here seeing me like this. I don’t think that I can trust anyone here, after what Niall did to me. I’m just a stupid little girl.
I push him away suddenly and run to my bathroom, locking the door.
Not ten seconds later I hear him banging on the door.
“Amber?!” he calls, sounding panicked. I ignore him and open the medicine cabinet, searching.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, sounding hurt. I shake my head, even though he can’t see me.
*TRIGGER WARNING CUTTING SKIP THE REST OF THE CHAPTER IF CUTTING TRIGGERS YOU*
When I finally find the thing I’m looking for, he’s threatening to break the door down. I still ignore him.
I take the razor and hold it against my skin.
I haven’t done this in so long. I haven’t needed to.
But now I do. Everything hurts, but I feel dull at the same time. I want to feel.
I push down slightly, puncturing the skin that’s long since healed. The blood starts to flow instantly, and I sigh in relief.
There’s banging on the door, but still I ignore it.
Then the door is splintering, breaking into pieces. Liam looks at me in shock.
“Amber?! What…is that blood?”
He rushes over to me, taking the razor out of my hand.
“Why?” he yells. I shrink back.
“Damn it Amber! Why?”
I shake my head, refusing to answer.
I hear running in the hallway, and Louis and Zayn are in the doorway.
“Amber..?” Louis says in shock. “Did you do that to yourself?”
I nod, and nobody says anything for a few minutes. Zayn doesn’t even move, he just sits there with a pained expression on his face
That is, until Liam pulls his sleeves up. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t scars.
All up and down his arms, scars. All healed though, and they all look old.
”I used to be bullied…” he begins, swallowing. “I used to cut. I know how you feel, Amber.”
Louis walks over to me. “We need to…clean that off.” He says. He pulls out a first aid kit from the cabinet and takes out antibacterial wipes and gauze.
First he wipes the blood. It stings a little, but I let him. After that’s done, he presses the antibacterial wipe onto it. It burns like hell, but I barely move.
That’s how fucked up I am.
He takes an ace bandage and wraps the cut, taking care not to put too much pressure onto it. Then, he picks me up like a baby, my legs wrapped around him, arms around his neck.
“Why?” he whispers in my ear.
“Everything hurts.” I say back. He nods and for the longest time, we just sit there.

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