Niall's POV*

  I flinched as my old bedroom door slammed shut, rattling the walls.

  I get that what I said should have just been kept to myself, but I couldn't help it. This girl....she's got my brain so twisted. She says one thing, and does another. It's like she's pulling a rubber band and just as it starts to tear, she releases it so that way she can do it again.

  She gets my hopes up, then scurries off to Luke. She's constantly tugging on me, but as soon as I show anything back, she lets go.

  Like when I first kissed her. She was so persistent on pushing me away, but yet she kept going, pulling me in. But then, it's like reality steps back in, and I'm just another flea on the dog's back.

  And Luke, of all people! Damn, I can't stand him. It might be different if she was maybe hanging out with Zak or something, but it's not. It's of course, Luke. Even then, I'd probably be weary of the situation,  but I'd prefer her with him over fucking Luke.

  My phone buzzed and I quickly grabbed it, sliding my finger across the screen.

  Eleanor-

  If you see or hear from Khloe, tell her to call me!

  I deleted the message, not even bothering to tell her that she'd been with me. Who fucking cares, she'll hear from her soon enough.

  I opened another message and typed S. Seth's name automatically came up and I clicked on it, needing to get my mind off things.

  These past two days have been nothing but stress, stress, and more stress.

  I cannot believe I spilled my damn thoughts out to Khloe.  I cannot believe I opened my damn mouth in the first place. Of course, waking up this morning was wonderful, probably one of the best, but I freaking told her. I fucking started to open up to her. It really is the weirdest feeling- knowing that she knows. Well, somewhat knows. She knows enough to know that my past was not good, nor somewhere a person should be. I even had to stop myself before I spilled the whole damn thing. I've never done that before, and for me, it feels so fucking weird knowing that she, and only she, knows even the smallest bit.

  It's scary, in a way. Scary to know that, even if I was drunk, I still trusted her enough to tell her.

  I haven't even told Harry, who has been my best friend for almost four years. I would trust him with my life, and still, all he knows is that I don't like my dad. That's it. He doesn't know about my mom, or my past, or even what had happened in Ireland in July. He knows nothing, yet the girl I've known for a week tops had already gotten a pretty big glance.

  To: Seth-

  Do you have anything? I need to get my mind off some shit. -N

  I Jumped up, off my bed and threw my phone onto the sheets as a body busted through my door. I could hear the wood splinter, but that didn't seem to matter anymore as I looked up to find Luke with a deep scowl on his face, pacing into my room and over to me. I caught a quick glimpse of brown hair behind him, but it was quickly gone as Luke moved into my full view.

  He was talking, anger fuming through him, but I couldn't focus on what he was saying. What the hell is going on? I took a step back and peered over his trying to get a look at Khloe to see if she knew what was up. 

  She just stared at me with wide eyes. "Luke!", She walked over to him, pulling on him to get him to stop. This was all happening way to fast.

"You always get your way, don't you?" He spat at me, his fists clenching at his side. "Daddy's little boy. Gets all the money, gets the girls." He was standing a little too close, so I took a step back, trying to distance us a little. But he followed, taking another step forward, dragging Khloe, kind of tugging her along. It's like he's just completely ignoring her. Jackass.

  "I don't know what you're talking about,  man.", I raised my hands in defense. That's funny that he says that. If I would have gotten my way all the time, I'd probably be in Ireland at Uni with loving parents at home, a nice girl by my side, and a full scholarship at hand. But instead, yes, here I sit, throwing parties,  drinking, and getting fucked; not that I mind anyways, but I'm just saying...

  And that's not fucking fair. My dad only paid for me to get back here because he doesn't want a delinquent as a son. "It wouldn't look good for me at work", he argued.

"Act so innocent in front of her. Tell her the truth, Niall." Okay, seriously What the fuck is he talking about?! I noticed Khloe stop for a second, looking to me nervously.  I just raised my eyebrows at her, giving her a small shake of the head.

She shook it off and tried to pull on Luke to get him to turn away from me, or distance himself, or something. 

I fight the urge to pull her to my chest and just hold her. She looks so scared and small. Like she just wants this all to stop. No doubt in my mind that I want it too. I'm so confused, and I don't even know what all of this is about? What truth? The bet that I was stupid enough to make, or the real truth about last year. What really happened?

"You're such a coward, Niall." He pressed, shaking his head with a smug grin, still ignoring Khloe.

Excuse me? Who the fuck does he think to call me a coward?  He has no fucking idea of even the slightest of what I've been through. He knows absolutely nothing. He has no clue why I had to do what I did last year. He has not even the slightest bit of knowledge of how much I've gone through, and how much I've put up with. And to call me a fucking coward?  Hell no.

  What about all the shit he's done? You don't fucking run from your past and mistakes and fly all the way to the US from Australia,  and call me a fucking coward.  I'm here because my damn father shipped me here. Not because I'm fucked up in the head and fucking run to stay away from guys I owe drugs and thousands of dollars to. So don't fucking tell me I'm a coward.

  "Shut up, Luke. You know nothing.", I let the rage take over, and I took a step forward, so at least if I needed to pound this kids head into the wall, I'd have a better advantage of doing so.

  However,  I didn't really mean to stick Khloe directly in between us. I want nothing but to keep her safe at the moment,  but it's kind of hard to control your raging emotions of wanting to just feel the adrenaline of finally hitting someone again,  along with trying to be gentle with someone who doesn't deserve to be here, in this situation at the moment.

"Luke, Niall, please.", she begged, still trying to push against him.  My anger calmed a bit and she began stomping her feet against the floor boards, trying to get someone to listen to her.

  My eyes went wide as I watched Luke clench onto both of her wrists in order to stop pushing him. He continued to yell and spit in my face, but I couldn't even focus on the words he was saying anymore. All I could focus on was seeing her wince with every blurred sound of his voice.

  My mind felt dizzy and I really just wanted to beat the shit out of him for even laying a finger on her. I could feel my blood flowing throughout my veins, and I could hear my heart pounding through my ears.

  It was like slow motion as I watched him shove her onto the floor, bending her wrists further back as he released.  She let out a blood-curling yelp as the tears rumbled down her soft and rosy cheeks.

  That fucking bastard. 

  I turned back to him, only to see his eyes snap out of it and reality kicked him in the ass as he realized what he just did.

  "You fucking piece of shit! " , I screamed in his face as I rushed to her side. Luke didn't speak, which for, I was so fucking glad. He needs to leave. Now. I don't know if I can hold back any longer. I need to order to stay on this shit hole of a campus,  but if he's here, then he's just going to screw up any small chance I have.

  "Khlo... Shhh.", I spoke softly to her. She didn't move though, just sat in shock as she held her wrist, staring at me. That fucking fucktard.

  I reached out to look at it, but she was quick to retract it, holding it close to her. I could see the purple swelling that had already started around the little bone.

  If he fucking broke her damn wrist, there is no stopping me. He touched her. He fucking touched her. He actually had the nerve to lay a hand on her in front of me!

  Khloe kept crying and I slowly whipped her tears away, although more would just fall and take their place.

  "Khlo," I sighed. "We need to get this checked out." She just kept silent, letting the tears stream. He's lucky I don't fucking turn around and punch him right here. The only thing stopping me at this point is Khloe. I could give a shit less about the damn school anymore. Screw that.

  "Fuck, Khlo... I'm sorry.", Luke spoke softly as he took one last glance down to her. I faced her again, wiping the tears once more and tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

  I let out a puff of air as I heard his big boots clap against the wood. The door opened and shut, allowing the dense air to be lightened.

  "Khlo, can I see it?", I asked timidly, my voice a little shaky. I hate that I was part of the reason. It was partially my fault that she was in pain. You fucked up again, Niall.

  Khloe's POV*

  "Can I see it?", I glanced up trough my thick and wet eyelashes. His stain glassed eyes looked so pained. But what was he in pain for? I'm the one sitting on my ass like a damn child, holding my throbbing wrist.

  I don't even want to be here with him at the moment, let alone let him look at my hand. This is just as much him as it is Luke. However, I know he is right about it needing to looked at. It's fucking black and blue and I can't move it with out another sharp pain striking my bones! Damn, I feel like I'm over exaggerating.  That is until I try to freaking movie it!

  Holy shit, this hurts. I broke my wrist when I was little,  and yes it hurt, but it was never this damn painful! I don't even know how to describe this.

  I let another tear fall down my cheek, which Niall of course removed as he lightly brushed the pad of his thumb over them.

  Without saying anything, I nodded and I could tell Niall's eyes had grown a little. He gently stuck both of his hands out, taking a hold of my arm. One placed on my elbow to pull it towards him, and the other rested on my finger tips, caressing them. I winced and scrunched my face together as he pulled it to get a better look.

   "I'm sorry, Khlo. I'll be quick.", he whispered as if his words would hurt me as well. He maneuvered his head around, rather than my arm which I was thankful for, as he saved me the pain.

  He gently rested it back into my chest and sighed loudly.  "Khloe. You-. I'm-.", he huffed again, not sure what to say. His eyes here strained and the bright blue had turned into a dull grey. He ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. Can I at least drive to to the walk-in clinic?"

  I nodded and he gave me a faint smile, however, I didn't return it, but I don't think he expected me to. Truth is, I just wanted to get away. I wanted to be away from both of them until they figured out their problems. I don't want to be put in the middle. They are both my friends and I can't pick a side. I mean they're not really expecting me to, right?

  But, put aside what I wanted, I at least needed to get and X-Ray done.

  Niall carefully helped me off the floor, sighing every time I would wince or bit my lip, trying to avoid screaming out loud, even though I was screeching inside, about ready to explode.

*

"Just stand against the wall, and I need you to just drape the gown around your neck.", The radiologist stated as he hand me a heavy purple apron- like gown. I gave a faint smile and did what he said.

"Okay, I want you to line yourself up with the little red x, and-" He he looked into the camera as I followed his directions. "-there ya' go..." He snapped a couple pictures, having me place my arm onto a white, metal, square table that sat on my right side. He said that this would give me a clearer image of the damage that had happened.

  "What happened?",  the forty- something year old asked as he walked into the black room to see what had turned out. Although I wouldn't be able to find out until tomorrow, he was still able to see it.

  "I fell while rollerblading.", I lied straight through my teeth to a man who modt certainly didn't deserve it. Niall and I had made up a lie on the way over here so that way Luke wouldn't have anything happen to him just in case something was wrong.

  "Oh. Well silly. He smiled at me from around the computer screen, "You'll just have to be more careful.", he chuckled to himself as he reviewed and scanned over the X-Rays. "My daughter's six and she was just learning how to ride a bike with out training wheels and she fell and sprained her ankle,  what-", he thought for a minute. "Two days ago? Three?", he chuckled and shook his head.

  "I guess we never really grow out of our clumsy stage, do we?", I chuckled as I stood up and removed the long, heavy apron.

  "Guess not.", he laughed, writing something down on a piece of paper. "Okay, Ms. Sparks. You are all finished,  and I will have these sent to your local physician. " He gave me a smile as he took the long apron that I had handed him and hung it back in its place.

  "Okay. Thank you.", I smiled back. An actual happy smile. Although my hand still killed, it was good to get away from the frat house and everyone included in it.

I needed some sanity for a little bit. I sent Niall home, even after he begged and pleaded to stay.

  I just can't keep up anymore. Niall's mood changes like a dang clock, and I'm never prepared for it. This week has been so fast paced and just pure living hell. It's only going on the third week of school and I already need a break.

  "It doesn't seem too bad, but we'll get a second opinion, just in case." I chuckled and nodded. "However, I want you to ice your wrist to help reduce the swelling,  and I will give you a brace or wrap to help hold it in place."

  I stood silently against the white wall, still holding my arm, along with the prescription for the pain killers. He searched through a couple clear bins. Some full of band-aids, others full of needles and small packages.  He finally found the one with the wraps and braces, pulling two out.

  One was in a box and the other was a stiff black brace. "I would like you to try and wear the brace.", he stated, holding it out to me. "But if you find it too uncomfortable,  you may use the wrap." He gently took ahold of my hand and slid the sleeve like brace on, making sure it was on right and snug. I winced,  but let him do his thing. He smiled and pulled the Velcro straps, tightly embracing my hand and wrist.

  "Thank you.", I stated again, moving my arm around a bit. It was hard to move in, but I guess that's kind of the point. I hate not knowing if anythings actually wrong. I sure hope not. I hope it's just a sprain or something small. Luke wasn't squeezing hard enough to leave marks or anything, it was just when he shoved me to the ground that it really hurt.

  "Anytime. Have a nice day.", he smiled again and held the door open for me. I smiled politely back and left.

  I paced down the halls, wanting to get as far away as possible from these hospital stenches. I've always hated hospitals. The smell makes me gag and the place itself is just a whole downer. It's so dull and bare.

  I ended up just walking back to the campus. It wasn't that long of a walk, and plus it was sunny and warm.

  The sun beat on my bare shoulders, warming my tan skin. I love days like this. If only it was like this all year long. That'd be perfect.

  I paced along the side of the road on the narrow sidewalk, watching the cars flood the busy streets. The buildings seemed to get more familiar with each step as I came to the center of the little town. I decided to stop at a little brew and get a drink. I just needed a breather before I go back to that campus.

  After I ordered, I took a seat by the large window. I lightly traced the lighting patterns on the wooden table from where the sun was gleaming. I sighed and sunk into the padded booth, playing with the straps on my brace. Today has been an eventful day already, and it's only just now going on twelve. 

  I cringed as I ran a hand through my hair. I really need a shower. I still had my same clothes on from last night and my hair was turning greasy.  Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I sighed and stood up, grabbing my Raspberry Lemonade Iced tea. I took a sip and continued on my path home.

  Once I was finally to the dorms, I placed my key in and opened the door, letting out a puff of air and a smile to match. It feels so good to be back here, even if I was only gone for a day. I walked into the room and kicked my converse off and put down the bag filled with my supplies that the doctor had given me.

  It was empty. The lights all off, but the sun was streaming in past the shades. I walked into the bathroom and started the water, letting it get warm as I plugged my phone into the doc. Nina Nesbitt immediately started playing. I smiled and stripped down, singing along to the calm yet energizing music.

  I climbed into the tub, letting the my body be submerged by the water. I just sat for a little while, relaxing and taking in the calm and quietness of no one else. Being an only child, I've always enjoyed the quiet over anything loud, but I haven't been getting that recently.

  I wasn't sure if I could get the brace wet, and there was no way that I was taking it off, so it became a challenge when I tried to wash my hair. I managed, however, but I really hope this thing is only temporary.

  I ran a razor over my legs while lightly singing Ed Sheeran to myself. I felt refreshed. It was nice to just have a day to myself.

  After I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed out into the main room to find my clothes. I ended up just putting on a pair of grey boy shorts that had the Georgia State Panthers sign on the side and a white cami with a navy Miami sweatshirt.  So much for getting ready for the day, seeming how it's almost half over. Once I was done brushing out the snarls in my hair, I threw it up into a lazy bun and curled up on my bed with my book. I leant against the glass of the window, soaking up the sun as best as I could.

  I was reading The Last Song. One of my dad's best in my opinion, but I think it's just because the characters are around my age.

  That reminds me. I need to make a mental note to call him. I haven't even talked to him since I've been here. It's always my mom who calls or texts me, but even that hasn't happened recently.  I miss them. It's tough not seeing them everyday. I feel like I'm missing out on something when I'm not with them every second.

  I sighed and sunk back into my book, letting the typical and wishful, romantic fairytale that every girl wants seep through my brain and into my bones. If only every girl could have a Will, or should I say, Liam Hemsworth.

  I know it's not that long, but I wanted to give you guys something! haha

  Love you all and have a good night, day, or morning! :) Xx