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When the Leaves Begin to Fall

04. Declined Invitations

Harry and Kayti hung out all day after I assured her I was fine—lying through my teeth with the best lie of my life—and I went home. Niall went to their hotel room. We didn’t say another word to each other.

It didn’t matter. It’s not like my virginity meant anything to me or anything.

So, I spent the day laying around, wondering what I was supposed to feel as the memories from the night before came back to my mind. Why was I so upset? It didn’t make sense on paper. We talked at the wedding for about nine hours. We talked last night for about eight hours. Seventeen hours shouldn’t be enough time to get so upset over someone telling you that they didn’t want to be with you.

It wasn’t just that, though. Last night, I thought . . . I thought we had a connection. Truthfully, it didn’t feel like sex to me. It felt like we were making love to each other, and the whole time, we were looking at each other, looking into each other’s eyes. I didn’t feel at all bad about what was going on because he made me feel special. He made me feel safe, like it would all be okay.

It felt right, though maybe at the wrong time.

And it turns out, it was all wrong. I was just a hopeless romantic who was wrong about it all.

Yet I felt like he had taken a piece of me with him. Something felt so empty in me, and I couldn’t figure out what it was. We weren’t dating. We weren’t even in love. The time we had spent together didn’t even measure up to a day, but as I laid around, all I could think about was the short time I had spent with him. I just wanted to be beside him, so much that I almost texted him.

I stopped myself, though, because even though he said he wasn’t lying, I knew he was just being nice. Really, what he was saying was that I wasn’t good enough for him to lose his virginity to, and I wasn’t good enough to date him.

When Lucy called me and asked me to come hang out with them, go catch a movie, I almost didn’t go. Actually, I probably wouldn’t have if it wasn’t my excuse to get out of going to see my creepy cousin, Turner.

I say creepy because even though we’re cousins, he stares at me with these weird googley eyes all the time.

Honestly, I didn’t put any effort in today. I put on a white tank top, some short blue jean shorts, and my bright blue converse. My chocolate brown hair? Screw it. I just threw it in a ponytail. It ended up looking pretty cute, but it was a ponytail, nonetheless.

It didn’t surprise me when it was most of the girls. It was Lucy, Kiki, Amanda, Carly, Ashley, Jenna, Tara, Trixie, and Kat. Jasmine was the only one who wasn’t here, and to be honest, I was very glad.

Trixie’s eyes were wide as I approached. “Wow. For someone who spent the night hanging out with Niall Horan, you sure look like shit.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thank you, Trixie. Anyways, is this everyone, or is Jasmine coming too?”

“She was until she heard you were coming,” Lucy laughed. “You kinda pissed her off last night with the whole ‘Niall’ thing. Did you really kiss him?”

I took a deep breath and shrugged. “Yeah. It was stupid.”

“He followed you out, though,” Carly said, as if I didn’t know, but by the excitement in her voice, I knew she was doing more than just stating the obvious. “Any juicy details?”

I shook my head. “None. I got nothing. Harry and Kayti, however, are spending the entire day together. They’re hitting it off really well.”

They all had that “deer in the headlights” look, and I just laughed. All humor and happiness went away in an instant, however, when Mikey walked up with his eyebrows raised.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Really? I’d rather hang out with Turner.”

“Come on, Ols, I’m sorry,” he said before I could walk off, something that actually surprised me. “You know how I get when I’m drunk.”

I sighed. “Alright. I’ll stay, but I’m not putting up with your crap all day.”

“We don’t wanna put up with yours either,” Kat snorted. “If you’re just gonna be a whiny baby all day, do us all the favor and go home now.”

My eyes narrowed slightly, and I was about to say something really smart back. Something caught my attention, though, and I kind of freaked a bit.

One Direction and Kayti walking through LA, trying to avoid screaming girls . . . they were headed our way.

So, instead of saying something smart, I gave her a smile. “You’re right. I’m just in a really bad mood. Real bad hangover. I’ll just head home.”

Lucy frowned. “No, stay. Please?”

“Yeah,” Carly said with a teasing smile. “Here comes your Irish wonder.”

Mikey turned behind him and saw none other than Kayti standing with One Direction only ten feet behind him. “Yeah. I’m with Oli. Let’s go.”

“I’m seeing this movie,” Kat said.

“Well I’m leaving,” I said, and I turned to walk off.

Mikey followed me, to my complete and utter dismay. There was no talking, but within a minute of me leaving that group, my phone began ringing.

“What in the hell are you doing?” Kayti’s voice hissed through the phone. “That’s a bad idea! Are you stupid?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m going home. He followed me. It’s not a big deal.”

I was surprised when the phone was taken from her hand and a very cute British voice spoke over the phone. “Hello? Oli?”

I let out a sigh. “Yes, Louis. This is Oli.”

“You should come eat some food with us!” he exclaimed. “I wanna be able to say, ‘Table for ten, please,’ for the first time ever!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I mumbled. “Anyways, I should be getting home. Maybe some other time?”

“What’s so bad about it?” he asked. “Oh. I get it. You think Niall smells funny, don’t you?”

I sighed. “No, Louis. He smells quite incredible, actually. It’s not that.”

“I get it,” he laughed. “The awkward morning after sex phase. I get cha. I get cha.”

“For the love of all things holy, would ya stop, Lou?” I heard Niall groan.

I knew my face was tomato red. “Yeah . . . . Well, I’m sorry, Louis. Really. Maybe another time.”

He gasped. “Whoa, seriously? That’s what this is?!”

“No!” I said a bit too quickly, now a little worried since Niall clearly hadn’t told them. “That’s not what I meant.” I laughed a little to sound like this was awkward. “It’s not the after phase. I’m just headed home.”

He sighed but didn’t say anything else. I heard the phone being moved around back to Kayti. “Sorry. Look, I’ll call you later, okay? Just be careful, alright?”

“I will,” I promised, and I let out a sigh. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

It was awkward, but Mikey walked me home. Honestly, as weird as he made me feel—not good weird, bad weird—I preferred to not walk the streets of LA, so I felt at least a little safe . . . ish . . . with him walking me home. It’s the only reason I even let him.

I unlocked my door. “Thanks for walking me home. Bye, Mikey.”

“Wait, Oli,” he said quickly, something that surprised me enough that I did. “Look, I know I’m a jerk, and I don’t deserve the chance, but can we at least try and be friends? I don’t want things to be weird between us and our friends all the time.”

I actually let out a laugh. “You’re banging Jasmine, aren’t you?”

“That’s not the point,” he insisted. “I really want things to be okay. They’ve been weird, and I know it’s my fault, but I’m apologizing now. I’m gonna fix things.”

I was reluctant to even breathe, in fear he might get the wrong idea, but I sighed. “Okay, Mikey. Fine. I don’t trust you, and I don’t particularly like you, but if you’ll behave, so will I. Really, though, I’m tired. I’m gonna head inside.”

“Me too,” he whispered, which both surprised and alarmed me.

I turned to face him with furrowed eyebrows. “What?”

“I, I m-meant I’m gonna head home,” he stuttered, though it seemed off . . . like he was trying to think of something to say.

I nodded slowly and stepped inside. “Yeah. You do that.”

As the door swung closed, something blocked it. It wasn’t alarming until I turned and realized that it was his thick combat boots that I couldn’t just smush in the door.

I let out a yelp and began trying to pull my phone out as I ran, but before I could even unlock it, he grabbed it from my hand and threw it on the ground. The front door slammed, but I didn’t hesitate. Though I heard him smashing my phone, I wasn’t waiting around to see what happened.

The land line was in the kitchen, but I didn’t get to dial any numbers before he had his hand around my mouth and a knife to my throat.

“Put the phone down and do exactly as I say,” he said. “Do it, and I won’t kill you.”

I started bawling, but of course, I had to do what he said. What choice did I have if I wanted to live?

Then again . . . what did I have to live for?

Still, he had now yanked me away from the phone, so all I could do was sob and let my mind begin wondering what he was about to do.

“W-What are you doing to me?”

“Raping you,” he snorted. “You’ll thank me for it, though. Now move it. To your bed. I want you to be able to remember this every night when you go to sleep.”

“Fuck you!” I screamed, and since I was crying, it sounded angrier than I even intended it to sound.

Good.

The dark and sinister laugh that passed through his lips made my stomach cringe. If he hadn’t very slowly sliced the knife across my arm, I probably would’ve thrown up. Instead, I now had to focus on tuning the pain in my arm out so I could maybe figure out a way to get away from him.

“If you insist.”


My body was thrown into a cold shower, and he very roughly washed me off. All evidence of his rape was now gone. Everything I could’ve done about it was now worthless.

What was the point anymore? Going to the police wouldn’t solve anything.

At this point, I had lost all fight in me and let him yank me around my house. When I was dressed in the same clothes I had on when I first got home, he pulled me into the living room to clean up all evidence of his rape from around my house.

He began wrapping some Ace bandage around my arm with a ‘tsk’ sound. “Poor thing. If you weren’t so wild in bed, you wouldn’t fall off and cut yourself.”

“Go to hell!” I exclaimed, and he surprised me by slapping me, hard.

“Not until I fuck you up enough so you’ll join me,” he said, and my eyes widened. “You’re an angel, Oli, and I can’t live in hell without you. So, I’m destroying your life enough so we’ll be together forever.”

I was trembling while he picked up the pieces of my phone and handed it to me, giving me a smirk. “Y-Y-You’re disgusting.”

It would be my luck that my family got home right about then. The first instinct my dad had was to be pissed that I had a boy over here all alone—a boy that’s half naked, I might add—but when he saw my face, horror flashed across his eyes.

“What in the hell are you doing here, Mikey?” Dad asked, and there was a darkness in his voice that would’ve made me smile in any other circumstance.

Of course he was protective of me.

Mikey’s eyes widened in mock horror. “Sir, I know this is what it looks like, and I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. Your daughter’s gorgeous! When she says come over, I come over.”

“Daddy, he raped me,” I whimpered.

Mikey’s eyes were wide when he looked to me, and he actually was dumb enough to look betrayed. “What? Are you serious? Daddy catches you, so you tell him I’m a monster and raped you?”

I was bawling my eyes out when my mother rushed to clutch me close. Despite how upset I was, I found it amusing when Carmin and Tamalia grabbed him by the hair on his head and held him in place while my dad called the police.

Oh dear . . . .

Notes

The lyrics are from the song Broken by Lindsey Haun. It was in the movie Broken Bridges, and I swear, that song is beautiful.

Seriously, guys, this chapter always gets me. I tried to make it not so graphic, but it was a bit hard. I mean, this isn't exactly something you can make family friendly . . . .

Let me know what you think, though I understand it's not gonna be happy thoughts. :\

Comments

TO THE READERS!
I thought I would inform you as the sister of the author that this story will be on hold for a long time as she just gave birth to a little baby boy a little over 2 months ago and is busy being a full-time mom. Sorry and I hope everyone can understand!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
6/22/16

It's not nice to not update for two months!

xXFluffy_GruXx xXFluffy_GruXx
11/17/14

love it please update more!

@BritineylovesHarry
I actually decided to keep them both. :) I'm gonna see how it goes, but I will definitely be leaving this one up. :)

CaptainHawkeye CaptainHawkeye
7/31/14

Omg keep this one not his princess I just love this one and it's now my number four favorite fan fic under One Directions Property and The Voice and The Tour