A different side to one direction

no strings attached

"Did what? What does she have?" Niall asks worried, coming closer to Harry and I.

"Look at her thighs." The curly-headed boy seethes.

"I can't see anything." Liam remarks, also coming closer, followed by Louis.

"Soph, open up your thighs." Harry asks me gently.

"No! You're gonna rape me!" I sob, hugging myself even tighter.

"Rape?!?What the fuck guys! Who raped her?" He rages, looking at each of them furiously. It was a first to hear Harry swearing after the other boys, and it scared me even more.

"Technically we all raped her..." Niall says, worry creased on his forehead.

"No. It wasn't rape, she liked most of it: She moaned. And nothing I ever did left her in this state!" He explodes. Harry takes a deep breath, before looking at me.

"Soph...Love. Who did this to you? It's recent isn't it?" He asks as gently as possible.

I don't tell him, scared of what Zayn might do if he found I told them it was him.

"Look if you don't cooperate..." He's about to menace me but catches himself. "Babe, can you just open your thighs so I can inspect the damage the person did?"

"If I do, I want Niall to hug me." I beg. Jealousy flicks into Harry's eyes but he nods anyway, motioning for Niall to proceed.

The blonde gets in bed, lifting me up on his legs. His arms encircle my waist lovingly, nuzzling into my neck. "Open your legs love," he mumbles. I reluctantly pry them open, and all the boys gasp in shock. Niall stiffens and I wince as Harry's fingers gently skim every bruise, before kissing each one of them.

"Better?" Harry asks, his green eyes meeting mine as he pulls back. I shake my head no. Harry about to say something but Louis cuts him.

"I know this is totally out of subject, but why are Zayn's sheets in your room?" Louis asks, looking pointedly at the sheets.

"He-he-he wanted me to wash them." I utter.

"And you said yes?" Liam asks,

"Well I had to because he had cu-" I clamp my hand to my mouth, not wanting to continue my sentence.

"He had what? Come on... You can finish what you just said..." Harry presses, kissing my fingers as Niall rests his head on my shoulder.

"Come on Soph... tell us," Niall mumbles.

"He-he-he cummed on them... " The boys' eyebrows all scrunch up together angrily and Niall becomes rigid. "But that was a long time ago!" I try covering up for what I just revealed. Zayn's gonna kill me.

"A long time ago Soph?" Louis goes to the sheets, picking them up. He points some of the white specks on the sheets. "That is very recent." He explains, before letting the dirty sheets on the floor.

Harry's eyes become slits in realisation as we hear the shower end.

"I'm gonna kill him." Harry fumes, lifting himself of the bed. Louis pushes him down.

"Harry. Calm down." The older boy tells him. "Violence won't solve anything."

"Zayn?!? Would you care to come in here for a minute?" Liam yells to him, also angry. Since when does he care for me?

Seconds after, the darker boy enters my room and I start shaking madly in Niall's arms, clutching him tightly.

"Shhh. It's okay Soph. You're with me... no one will hurt you." He reassures softly in my ear.

"Vas happenin'?" Zayn asks carelessly, looking at every face. Including mine. I shiver when our gazes meet.

"I don't know... you tell us." Harry burns. "What's up with her?" He demands, pointing at me.

Zayn's glares at me and I shrink in Niall's arms.

"Don't you dare glare at her." Harry says really low, about to pounce at any moment.

"Why not? What did that bitch tell you?" Zayn retorts before Harry's fist collides with his jaw. "What the hell man?!?" Zayn exclaims, rubbing his now sore jaw.

"She's not a bitch." Harry rages, struggling in Louis's and Liam's grasp.

"Well she was supposed to be! You said no strings attached when we first decided to own her! But no! You had to let your feeling get in the way!" Zayn seethes.

"Things change! And we all were clear that we wouldn't hurt her like you did! She's supposed to have moaned at least once before you take on the action!!!"

"That whore didn't deserve to receive any pleasure from me!"

I flinch as the guys start fighting. Punches are thrown and insults are yelled. Look what you caused Soph... The boys usually don't fight... And because you're there, they do.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I hiccup in Niall's arms, making all the boys stop moving and look at me.

Harry wipes his bloodied lip.

"Yeah. Sure love. " He says tenderly, before taking me from Niall's arms and into his. He brings into the bathroom with the spa, and sits me on the lid of the toilet seat. He stands there, looking at me.

"Can I be alone?" I ask. He nods.

"I'm right outside the door if you need me, okay?"

This time it's my turn to nod. As soon as he closes the door behind him, I stand up, searching for something sharp. Opening a few cupboards, and find razors. I grab one, and place my arms over the sink, before sliding the sharp edge on my wrist. I'm always the one causing the problems. I wince at first, seeing a large amount of blood pooling into the sink. Everywhere I go, something bad happens. I slice again, the pain less present but the same amount of blood pouring out. I cut the other wrist. No one really wants me. The razor digs again in my skin, releasing another dose of pain. Pain is good... makes you feel alive. I convince myself, making a fifth cut. Five cuts? I'm gonna name them Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn...

I get dizzy, the previous white sink becoming a worrying burgundy colour. Maybe I cut too deep this time...Trying to stop the blood flow, I grab a towel, but I lose my balance and fall.

omg there is only 4 more chappys then im done but if you are lucky ill start my second one :D