As soon as we're out of the bathroom again, the music is turned all the way up again and people seem to be back to normal. I didn't feel like putting makeup on again. Mere also got me a bag of ice from Niall's freezer. She said that the fight was still going on but that was about ten minutes ago. I want to go home again, just lay in my bed and fall asleep. Lilian said that it will bruise. A few vessels poped in my eye and turned my eye a little red. I feel a lot more pain and every blink hurts but I don't think this has to be looked at by a doctor. I'm more worried of the boys. I make my way to the living room, seeing Niall and the others sitting at the kitchen island. They all look beat up and some of them are already forming bruises. Niall has a huge cut on his lip and his eyebrow. His eye looks just as beaten up as mine. His white shirt also carries some blood, maybe his own. Wesley looks less beaten up. Jake is already in Mere's hands, being escorted outside the room. Luke is already being taken care of by Conner and Conner doesn't even seem that beaten up. Lilian walks over to Welsey, taking him with her, probably wanting to take care of his wounds. Everyone else is already partying again. Niall looks up to me, standing up from the chair too quickly. He groans, grabbing his side a little. I go over to him, reaching my hand out to him. I grab his shoulder.
"Come with me", I speak, sounding a little sad.
He takes my hand, groaning, as he straightens up again from his crouched state. I grab his hand tightly, so he doesn't let go as we walk out of the room. Mere said she'd take the bathroom we were in to take care of someone. Lilian took Niall's parents bathroom. I'm ordered to take Niall's private bathroom to take care of one of the hurt boys. We talked this through in the bathroom, as they took care of me. Mere, Lilian and I cried a little aswell, just being confused with the situation. Niall and I leave the room, his hand still in mine. I walk as slow as he needs it. He lets go of my hand as soon as we reach the stairs up to his room. I walk in front of him, him touching the small of my back, probably stabilizing himself on me, keeping up with my pace. We reach the bathroom sooner or later, blocking out the loud music a bit, as I close the door. Niall leans against the sink and the counter with his hips.
"I need to check that on your ribs", I tell Niall.
"You just want me to take off my shirt", Niall smirks with his cut lip.
He licks his lips, as I roll my eyes at his very stupid remark. But honestly, it is kind of very true.
"Idiot, just lift your shirt. I need to see how bad it is and if it's bruised. I won't touch it, if it hurts too bad", I explain.
He nods, lifting his shirt, revealing his light six pack. I try not to stare and make it too obvious. I look at his ribs instead, seeing a blue mark already forming on the skin. I bend down, looking a bit closer, clearly seeing where he was hit and how big the hand was. The four knuckle imprints are very visible. I lightly touch it, not getting any reaction from Niall.
"Does it hurt badly?", I ask, quite unsure what to do.
Niall shakes his head. I step back again, letting him put his shirt down again.
"Can you sit down on the toilet? I need to take care of the cuts and your hand", I say, not looking at Niall.
He just moves, groaning as he sits down. He's trying to be tough for me but I know he's in a lot of pain. I look for some desinfectant stuff and cotton balls. As I find some, I hear Niall reposition himself on the toilet. I quickly wash my hands before putting the disinfectant stuff on a cotton ball. I kneal down in front of Niall, looking at him. He still hovers over me. My hand reaches for Niall's chin, so I can keep him still.
"This will burn", I say, putting the cotton ball to his lip.
He flinches a bit, taking my hand from his face by taking my upper arm in his hand. I feel a tingle creep up my arm. He lets go again, so I continue dabbing the cotton ball on the cut again and then changing to the cut on the eyebrow. Niall hisses slightly. I just take my lip between my teeth, as I concentrate on getting the rest of the blood from Niall's cuts. He stares down at my lips, looking like he's about to make a move but he's hesitant. And I'm glad that he's hesitant. As soon as I'm finished, I throw the cotton ball away and look down at him from a distance. I drench a new cotton ball in desinfectant fluid for his hand. I also take some tissues with water to wipe off the blood. He must've hit someone really hard. I don't want to know how Grayson and his friends look like now.
"Did you get rid of Grayson?", I ask, sitting down on the ground in front of Niall.
He has his hand on his knee for me. I wipe off the blood, seeing it's not as bad as I thought. I desinfect the area.
"Yeah, we kicked them out", he hisses.
I finish up with his hand, throwing everything away and sitting down on the edge of the bathtub right next to Niall on the toilet.
"Thank you. I'm sorry that you had to get into that fight. I'm sorry that you started being on bad therms with Grayson. I'm sorry that he tried to rape me", I mumble, feeling really guilty for anything that happened after Grayson trying to rape me.
I ruined a perfectly fine friendship by being dressed wrong at the wrong party at the wrong time.
"Hold up, did you just say that you're sorry for being almost raped by Grayson?", Niall asks, giving me a look of disbelief, "No one but Grayson is fault! He's the one that made the move on you."
I just shrug. I may be fault, I may not be fault.
"You need to stop thinking that everything is your fault. It's not your fault. The only person that is fault for starting that fight today is us guys. We could've just let them stay but we decided to get them out", Niall explains.
His hand reaches out for me, taking my hand from my lap. I nod, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I am usually not a person to cry that often but lately I've been crying so much. Very often just crying about Niall or because of disappointment in myself. Niall's second hand reaches out to my face, taking my chin in his hand. He tilts it up a bit, looking into my eyes. I see a little blurry but I can make out that he's directly looking at me. His finger carefully wipes under my eye. I feel some sort of bad feeling build up in my stomach. My mind feels full. Thoughts of the others being mad at me fill my mind. I feel like I'm going to explode. More and more tears run down my face. My breathing gets deep and heavy, somewhat shivering once in a while. Niall realizes that I'm getting a little too anxious. He scoots closer on the toilet. I release my hand from Niall's and wipe my bruised eye carefully.
"It's okay to cry and have anxiety, Vio", he speaks.
I just nod lightly. He bends over, kissing my cheek lightly. My vision gets clearer, as the tears get less.
"Do you need some pain medication or do you want to go home? I could drive you home. I didn't drink yet", he suggests.
"I'd actually like to go home but I'm going to be alone at home. I'd just like to stay in your room and be on my phone until Wesley or Mere want to go home", I explain quietly.
Niall is really close to me, his eyes being more prominent due to the red in his bruised eye.
"You can stay in my room. You can even sleep in my bed. I'll come check on you once in a while though", Niall says.
I nod. We stand up together. Niall leads the way out of the room into his bedroom. He tells me that I can basically do anything I want.
"You can take one of my shirts, if you want to be more comfortable. I can send you Mere and Lilian up or Wesley or anyone you want. Just be sure to text me when anything is wrong", Niall instructs.
"Thank you so much, Niall."
He just nods, opening the door to leave. But I want to do one more thing before he leaves.
"Niall, could you come back for a second?", I ask.
I didn't thank him yet. Niall closes the door behind him again, walking over to me. He lays his hand on my shoulder, looking down at my lip, as I bite it again.
"I just wanted to thank you for getting Grayson and his friends out. He wanted to talk to me alone and had a really tight grip on my arm and I was really scared. Just thank you for dealing with that", I mumble qietly.
"No problem, Violet. That's what I'm there for. I care too much about you to just let Grayson do whatever he wants. We're not even friends anymore. After he abused you, we just separated."
"Just thank you. You should go back to the party and keep up with your guests. I'll just stay up here. If I fall asleep wake me up, so I can go home with Wesley."
"I will. My Laptop password is 'zoeandamy', all in lowercase and you can log onto your own Netflix account", he tells me, stepping away from me and leaving the room.
I sit down on the edge of the bed and take a breath. After I calmed down, I go to Niall's closet and get myself one of his t-shirts. I lock Niall's bedroom door and quickly change to only be in the shirt, my bra, my socks and my panties. Niall's shirt is large enough for me to cover myself completely. I put my phone on the bedside table and pull the covers open, so I can lay in them and go on my phone. I unlock my phone, seeing several texts from Meredith and Lilian, if I was okay and if Niall would be coming downstairs sooner or later. I answer all of their texts. My fingers quickly type some answers. I lay down a lit more than sitting straight. Niall's bed smells like him. It's a really soft smell of mint and cigarettes, which reminds me that I could need a smoke aswell. Maybe I shouldn't smoke right now but I get myself a cigarette from my bag and light it. I also open the window to the balcony, so fresh air streams in at least a bit and Niall's room doesn't smell like cigarettes. The music from downstairs is really loud. I hear some joyful screams from girls downstairs and also some laughter but it's a constant sound ringing in my ears. The smoke fills my lungs, making me stop thinking too much. I already feel relaxed. I go out on the balcony, seeing people outside, even though it's raining. Rain doesn't fall onto me because the roof covers it completely. I finish up the cigarette, listening to the sound of the rain and the music. I go back into the room and close the balcony door. I lay back in Niall's bed and cuddle into the sheets, smelling them. I love how Niall smells. He smells so clean but still has his own smell. I can't believe we had sex in this bed. I sigh at the memory, realizing that will never happen again. I wish Niall and I could be together. It's just complicated.