Author's note: This is my first fanfic, Hope you like it! Disclaimer: I don't own anything but I wish I own 1D!

Chap:6 Laya's POV 3

I woke up and looked around me. Where was I? I had never been here before. The last thing I remember is me writing a note to Niall. I wonder what happened after that. Maybe the owner of this house could tell me. I was in a big king bed. I had a one-piece on me. It was grey with purple details. I was warm so I opened it a bit. I remember that I was going to take my life at the hospital. My hand wandered up to my neck. I felt the scar. I pulled up the sleeves on the one-piece. Scars. Everywhere. I started to wonder if my dad or mum knew anything about this. Maybe I was in my dad's apartment in Australia? No it couldn't be. How would I get all my way from England to Australia? And without me noticing. I decided to check out this room, maybe it's here I'm going to stay for a while? I don't know. I went to one of the doors and opened it. It was a bathroom. It was mint-green. It looked very expensive. I went in and opened the cabinet over the sink. Nothing, just a toothbrush and toothpaste. I looked to my right and saw a bubble-bathtub. Nice. There was a normal shower to and of course a toilet. I went out to the bedroom again, and then I noticed another door. In the right corner. I went straight to it and when I opened it, I was amazed. It was a walking-closet. I found my clothes and plenty of new. This was a girl's paradise. I suddenly heard a knock on the door and a familiar voice spoke:

"Laya? Are you awake?" I went to the door frame. The door opened and Niall walked in.

"I see you are awake."

"Yeah, where am I?" I asked curiously.

"You are at my house, in England."

"Why am I here?"

"If you weren't here you would be in a mental hospital. I came to the hospital that day you tried to kill yourself. I knew something was wrong. You left me a note, but you didn't finish it."

"I know, I passed out. But how long ago was that?"

"It was about one and a half week ago, but you have been up before, you came here yesterday."

"I don't remember. It feels like it was yesterday at the hospital."

"Really? You have been up and talking, eating and stuff like that, you don't remember anything?"

"No, I don't think so." I tried to sort out my mind, but I failed at it. I just remembered one thing but I didn't want to tell Niall about that. I remembered Him. Niall, he was the only thing I remembered. He took care of me.

"Well at least you are awake now. " He said. He walked towards me and now he was standing right in front of me. I felt safe. Something with Niall made me calm. Suddenly he leant in towards my mouth. I knew I wasn't ready for this, I wasn't sure about my feelings. I turned my head to the right so his lips met my cheek instead of what he was going for. I felt my cheeks turning red. Niall pulled away and I saw him blushing.

"Sorry… I don't know what I was thinking…" He stuttered out.

"It's okay Niall." I told him. He walked out of the room and I was left alone. I decided to take a shower because I felt a bit dirty. I took a hand in my wavy, jet-black . It was all the way down to my bellybutton. It was dirty too, I could feel it. I found a towel in a cupboard in the walking-closet, then I went directly to the bathroom. The water hit my skin and my scars hurt. I was a burning feeling. Soon, the whole bathroom was steamy. When I was done, I went to the closet again. I found a hairdryer and a brush. I dried my hair and brushed it, and then I put it up in a messy bun. I still had the towel around me when I started to flip through the clothes. I found a loose dress. It was a dark blue, strapless dress. It went down to my knees so my scars wouldn't show. I found a white cardigan that could hide my scars. I hadn't cheeked the whole closet yet and I found a door. I opened it and found a make-up desk. I ran over there immediately and started picking in the make-up. When I was done I thought I needed to talk to Niall. I walked out of my room and found stairs, I started walking them down.

"Niall?" I called.

"Yes, what is…" Niall stood below the stairs with his mouth open.