Monster

Part 2

After a few minutes, I looked up, and met Niall’s eyes. He smiled, comfortingly, and started to carry me to the couch. He put me down, and wedged himself between me, and the back of the couch, before draping his arm around my waist. I cuddle into him, and sighed. This was my favorite thing to do with him.

I felt his hand, start at my wrist, and lightly brush down my arm; he was feeling my scars. “Niall…” I said. “Am I hurting you, Diana?” he asked, stopping his hand. I shook my head, “No… It’s just… do you want to do this? Touch my scars?” I felt his exhale on my neck, and he said, “Yes. Because, they’re you.” He continued stoking me, as he continued, “You are not your scars, but they are apart of you. I’ve wanted to touch your arms. To feel you. And now, I am.”

I rolled on my back, and looked up at Niall, who was brushing my arm, “What do you even see in me? I mean, the fans hate me. My dad and ex boyfriend left me. Why are you still here?” He frowned, “I see a girl that perfect, even though she doesn’t see it herself. I see past the scars, and look at the princess I’ve been waiting forever for. That’s why I stay. Because I’ll die inside if I leave you.” He leaned in, kissing my nose, causing me to crinkle it, and smile. “You’re amazing, Niall…” I said, closing my eyes. “So are you.” he replied, brushing my arm, and humming. I slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was the next morning. I sat up, and noticed immediately that I was alone. Then, I heard the soft strumming of Niall’s guitar, from the other room. “Ni?” I called, and it stopped. Soon after, Niall came in, “Morning, Princess.” I smiled, and sat up, “Hey, Nialler.” He walked over to me, “I was gonna make some breakfast. Want some?” I nodded, realizing I hadn’t eaten in hours. He kissed my nose again, before dodging into the kitchen. I smiled, knowing how lucky I was.

Then, my eyes landed on my hoodie; this was the longest I had kept, a long sleeved shirt or sweater, off, since the first round of cuts. I even slept in them, for fear that someone would walk in at night, and notice my scars.

I reached for it, and slipped it back over my head, loving the security it gave me. After, settling back down on the couch, my phone buzzed. “Great, let’s read the hate that’ll spark my next scar.” I thought, as I opened it. Instead, I noticed that Niall had posted a picture of me, while I was sleeping. I was on my back, hair half covering my face, one hand draped across my waist, and the other in the empty space of the couch, where Niall was previously.

I read his caption; “My beautiful Princess Diana sleeping on the couch. I love her to bits. But look at her arms; wounds from your words. I don’t ever want to see anymore hate about my Princess again. If you don’t love her, like I do, fine. But don’t make her do this to herself. You don’t want us to be happy? Then, just leave.”

I gave a small smile, before bracing myself for the comments. There were a few of the usuals;

“Niall deserves someone that can handle a little hate, without marking up herself.”

“She’s only doing it for attention.”

“This is why I hate her.”

But every single one was disputed by Niall;

“It’s not just a little hate. I’ve seen it. You tear her apart.”

“Nobody knew until now. She’ll probably yell at me when she wakes up.”

“Get out.”

I scrolled down, and noticed a few nice comments;

“OMG, I hope she’s ok.”

“She looks so peaceful. I’m sorry about the hate she gets.”

“Make sure she knows that there are Directioners out here that do love her.”

I pressed my lips together to keep from crying. I followed a couple of the nice fans, and decided to post a comment;

“Thank you so much for the love. I’m glad there are some people that love to see people happy, and not hurting.”