Bella's p.o.v.

"What's wrong?" I stare at the two guys in front of me, Luke shaking with fear and Zayn looking, angry?

"We were just playing truth or dare, Luke wanted to make me feel more comfortable, that's all." I step out of the bed and walk in between the two, looking towards Luke in confusion. What's the big deal?

"Bella, please leave while I have a word with Luke." I look back to Zayn and scrunch my eyebrows up, "why?" I answer back, concerned what he has to suddenly tell Luke and not me.

"Bella, please-" I fold my arms over my chest and refuse to move from my spot.

"I'll be fine Bella, he just wants a chat." I turn to Luke with raised eyebrows, not sure if I believe his statement.

"Okay," I sigh in defeat, but point a finger at Zayn "but if it's about Jay then I want to know." He looks taken aback by my statement but nods none the less.

I walk out of the room and head downstairs, seeing Callum, Micheal and Ashton whispering in the kitchen.

"Hey guys, what have you been up to?" They all look at me at once and stumble for an answer.

"Just running errands," now why did that not sound convincing?

"Sure, anyway, did you guys end up taking Jay to the hospital?" I hesitantly ask, still irritated by the reminder of our argument.

"No, he seemed to be okay once you left, he said he was heading home or something, so we left him be." I nodded along as a pang of guilt hits me for just leaving him in that state. No, he said those awful things. He wanted me to leave, he even said so himself.

"Cool," I reply, not wanting to say too much. "So, you doing anything interesting now?" They all shake their heads and I sigh with boredom.

"Fine, I'm just gonna go watch some TV, see you later." I wander off to the lounge and flick on reruns of Friends, I can never get enough of this show.

After around 6 episodes I started to wander off to sleep, the dramatic day finally catching up to me.

...

Beep.
Beep.
Beep.

Urg, what the hell is that? I turn to my side and notice the alarm clock unnecessarily screeching away, ruining my peaceful sleep. I push the button to turn it off and roll over in the bed, trying to get comfortable again.

Wait, how did I get upstairs, I swear I fell asleep in the lounge. What time even is it?

I spread my arms to reach my alarm clock and read the time, 8:10, shit! After yesterday's events I completely forgot about school, I didn't even go, gosh my teachers must hate me right now.

I drag a hand over my face in an attempt to wake myself up and rush out of bed and into the bathroom, taking a speedy shower, brush my teeth and rush on my uniform. As soon as my shoes are on I sprint downstairs to be greeted by four pairs of amused eyes, where's Luke?

"Someone wake up late this morning?" Callum chuckles, pushing a bowl of cereal in my direction as I scoff it down in an inhuman amount of time.

"Are one of you guys able to take me to school?" I beg, turning to all of them with puppy dog eyes.

"I will, come on" Zayn grabs his keys and ushers me out of the room, I wave bye to the other boys, picking up my school bag on the way out the door.

I shut the door to the car and fasten my seatbelt, the first couple minutes of the ride was silent, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Until I remember-

"Did you take me to my room last night?" I ask, still wondering how I made it all the way upstairs whilst asleep.

"Er, yeah, I hope you don't mind" he scratches the back of his head, nervously smiling, "I know how uncomfortable the sofa is to sleep on, I didn't want you to have a bad back, so I just carried you upstairs."

"Thank you," I tell him, grateful for what he did. "So, can you tell me why you had to tell Luke last night?" The mention of the topic seemed to aggravate him, as his hands tightened around the steering wheel and his eyes narrowed into the road.

"No, it was private business" he says sternly, leaving no room for comment afterwards.

I get the hint and for the rest of the journey I twiddle my thumbs and stay silent, not wanting to push him too far. As we pull up to school I don't hesitate to get out of the car, the tension built up so much it was suffocating.

"Aren't you coming?" I question when Zayn seems to stay seated.

"No, I'm not sure school is for me right now. I'm just going to go back home." I laugh at his casual response and say a quick "thank you" before making my way to the school doors. Who's he trying to kid, he looks around 23, I chuckle to myself at the thought.

As I walk in I'm welcomed with silence and judgemental eyes staring back at me from all directions, I haven't been gone that long, right?

Throughout the entire day it was as if everyone knew something about me that I didn't, each time I'd step into a room it would become silent as if I was the topic of conversation or something. That or nobody wanted to talk to me, so I'd prefer the latter. By the time it came to lunch I was scared I would have to sit by myself, as nobody seemed to want to communicate with me today, but luckily once I grabbed by wrap my friend Tilly hollered me over to sit next to her.

I eagerly walked over to her table and five heads turned to me at once, all with sympathetic looks in their eyes.

"What?" I ask them, irritated by the lack of dialogue when confronted with these people. I turn directly to Tilly and raise an eyebrow in questioning, not knowing why everyone was suddenly acting so weird.

"Everyone knows about Jay, we know you were with him for a while so nobody knew if it was a sensitive subject or not."

"What about Jay?" I ask frantically, yes we had an argument, but that doesn't mean the last three years of our relationship meant nothing because of it. What has happened to him, what if he's dea-

"That he moved away, there's tryouts for football because of his absence so that's how everyone knows." Wait what?

"What do you mean moved away?" Does she mean on holiday, yeah, she probably means he's left for a few weeks, of course that's it, he wouldn't have moved without telling me.

"He's moved away, we're not sure where but when someone called him to ask and he said that he wasn't coming back." What... "They asked about you too." I look up at her, eagerly waiting for her to tell me what was said.

"He said that you two were over, that you had an argument and he wanted to leave you." My eyes divert to the floor in both sadness and humiliation that everyone knew about this before me.

"Are you kidding me?" I whisper more to myself than anything, he seriously left after he told me that being beaten wasn't a huge deal. What a prick.

Suddenly my sadness got overthrown by rage, how dare he say those things to me and then tell everyone else that we were over before telling me!

Before anyone can respond I get up off the table and leave the hall, not caring about my lunch or the people calling after me in the distance. I fumble to find my phone and dial his number-

Hi it's Jay, I can't come to the phone right now, but leave a messag-

I hung up before I embarrassed myself with a regretful voicemail, but it didn't stop me from calling again. And again. And again.

It was finally on the sixth phone call where he answered, I wasn't expecting it and so stumbled as soon as he snapped-

"What? What could you possibly want Bella!" I took a sharp breath as I'd never heard him speak to me like that before, so harsh and aggressive.

"Why are you leaving?" I say in one breath, and he sighs in aggravation.

"How did you know I left?" He huffs.

"Everyone knows, I had to have people from school tell me, why didn't you just say? Why leave with no notice, and to tell people that we broke up! When were you going to tell me that!" I ranted, irritated by everything that has happened in the last 24 hours.

"Well your the one that decided to side with a psycho, you made that decision. Not me."

"He apologised Jay! He said he would stay out of our relationship, we couldn't have asked for more. I don't see why you weren't happy!" He let out a sarcastic laugh in response.

"If you want the truth Bella, I don't want you anymore, I don't love you. Just leave me alone and don't contact me again." With that he hung up, leaving me in a state of shock and distress, my cheeks coated with tears as my three year relationship got destroyed in a single moment.

"Luke?" I sobbed down the phone.

"Bella! Are you okay?" He sounds concerned, I'm surprised he knew it was me in between my heaving breathing and cries.

"Please, please come pick me up from school." I choke down the phone.

"I'll be there in ten." And then hung up, leaving me waiting at the entry of school.

As soon as I see Luke pull up I run towards the car, he comes out with wide arms as I move towards him, holding him tight as my body racks with sobs. We stay like that for a while, me crying and him soothing me, not knowing what was wrong but supporting me through it anyway.

It wasn't until I pulled back from our embrace did I notice the cut stretching itself across his face.

"Luke! How did that happen?" I yelp, wiping away my tears. He turns his face to the side as if trying to cover it from me, it looked really deep.

"Have you at least gone to the doctors?" He again doesn't answer me so I take that as a no, I pull him to the car and insist he take us home.

"How did you get that Luke?" I ask more softly, the car ride too quiet for my liking for my increasing curiosity.

"It doesn't matter Bella, it was just an accident." I look at him in disbelief, knowing full well that it wasn't an 'accident' but I know he also won't tell me what really happened, so I drop it until we make it to the house.

As soon as he parks the car I drag him up to my room, quickly running back downstairs to get the first aid kit from the kitchen.

"Where is everyone?" I asked as I re-enter the bedroom.

"They went out," he said while scratching the back of his head, as if the question made him uncomfortable.

"How come you didn't go?" I pondered, I thought they all went out together.

"There're meeting a friend and I'm not too fond of the guy, figure it's best if I stay home-" I looked at him in confusion, since when does Zayn have friends outside of this group? "But it's a good thing I did, or I wouldn't have been able to pick you up, would I?" He smiles but then as if he realised something he frowns again.

"Bella, why were you crying earlier, what happened?" I start to get out everything I need to stitch his cut up to distract myself from his question.

"Bella?" He lifts my chin up to reach his eyes as tears well up in mine. "Bella what happened?" He says more frantically, searching my eyes for an answer.

"Urm, it's Jay. He-he left school. I heard from other people that he's moved away, and he didn't even tell me! I don't get it, I know we had an argument but we were together for three years. Three goddamn years and he can just get up and leave me after that!" I stop for a moment as I begin to breath heavily, not managing to catch a breath. "Fuck him, I called him you know. I called to ask if it was true and he just told he didn't love me anymore. How cruel is that, he can't even face me in person, what a coward." I didn't even notice I had started to cry until Luke wiped the tears off of my face.

"Sorry" I sniffed, "I just hate him" the last bit I whispered, as if I was just reassuring myself that I deserve better.

"Forget about him Bella, just forget about him." He couldn't reach my eyes when he said that.

I wipe away my tears for what I hope is the last time and begin to stitch up Luke, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"How do you know how to do all this?" I look up at him, the memories causing me to frown.

"When you live with someone like Rick for as long as I have, you get used to stitching yourself up." Luke looks at me and pauses.

"I'm so sorry Bella," I offer him a light smile.

"It's okay, you wouldn't have known that's how I know how to stitch you up-"

"No, I'm sorry for how you were treated, nobody deserves that. Especially not you." I meet his eyes and give him a genuine smile.

"Nobody's ever said that to me before."

I continued to stitch him up and we spent the rest of the night talking about trivial things and listening to his God awful jokes. Considering the circumstances, it was the best night I've had in a long while.