Liz's POV:

Niall was sitting across the table from me, "So what's going on?"

"Before I show and tell you these things, I need to know, you love me right?" I asked.

"Of course I do, babe. Forever and always remember?" I said bracing for something bad.

"Um, there are a couple of things I haven't told you... or anyone for that matter, besides..." She paused.

"Harry..." I guessed.

"Yeah, but that's only because he is the one that found out about it. And Louis but that's because he's like, my best friend..." She finished her sentence.

"Baby, just tell me." I said grabbing her hand that was shaking on the table.

"Okay...Here we go. I can sing, my dad abused me, my mother died when I was born, and I used to cut myself!" She said really quickly.

I don't know if he caught that last part and I hope he didn't. That isn't something you keep from Niall, or anyone who proposes to you. Niall tells me everything, I just wish I would have told him sooner. He is always honest and caring with me. And I just want to be that way with him now. "Wait- What?" Niall said letting go of my hand.

"I said," I took a deep breath. "I can sing-"

"Stop-" He interrupted. "You can what?"

"Sing." I repeated.

"Can I hear you sing?"

"Out here?" I asked looking around to see if anyone was around, it was around 11:30 so no one was out. "Um," I said taking one last look. "I guess..." I said holding out my hand, "But only if you'll sing with me."

"You're going first..." He sighed.

"I'm okay with that... But you have to promise not to laugh."

"Not for anything." He agreed squeezing my hand.

I inhaled and exhaled deeply, I sang a piece from Good Feeling by Flo Rida. Niall was speechless. He gripped my hand.

"Liz, why didn't you tell me you could sing like that?"

"Singing's your thing, I can't take that from you."

"Take what from me? It just makes you like, a billion times more attractive you me- okay, next..." He paused.

"My dad is abusive." I said softly.

"Little louder, love." He said grabbing my other hand.

"My dad..." I paused. "He's...Abusive." I finished my sentence.

"Not to be cruel, but can I see... I know you went to see him today, Harry told me. He said there was more, but he wanted you to tell me." He said.

"Dammit, Harry." I whispered to myself. I sighed. "Okay, so when I went to see my dad today, I walked in and you want to know what he said in between drinking his beer?" I paused. "'Worthless shit, what are you doing here?' Quote-Unquote." I said letting him know those were my dad's exact words.

Niall's face turned from loving and caring to concerned and scared. "What?" Was all he could say.

"Then..." I lifted the hat I was wearing to cover my busted head. "This happened." The blood was still fresh, but it was a dark red hat so it didn't show.

"Oh my God, Liz!" He said standing me up and looking at my head.

"It doesn't hurt. You should thank Harry. He walked in on my dad beating me with an empty beer bottle." I said lowering the hat and grabbing his hand again.

"What else happened?" He asked picking up my hand and pulling back my sleeve. "Harry..." He said.

"Remind me to tell him the definition of 'I'll tell him later.' next time I see him." I said pulling my sleeve up to my elbow. A scar that read 'worthless' was written very small in the crest of my arm.

"Why did you do that?" He asked holding it up a little higher.

"Do you know what it feels like to be told you aren't worth shit everyday?" I asked pulling my sleeve down and backed away from Niall.

"Please, Liz, don't back away from me." Niall said taking half a step.

"My dad beat me! He burned me! He talked down to me like I was stupid and not worth time or space!" I screamed. "Ask Harry! He saw it! That's why I was so quick to take this job, that's why I am the way I am! And that's why I didn't tell you!" I said quickly moving my hand with each phrase.

"Liz, I'm sorry! I just-"

"Just what? Didn't know you were engaged to a cutter? To a girl who grew up thinking she wasn't good enough to be with a star like you?" I asked.

Niall forcibly hugged me. I struggled for a minute but it was no use. Soon, I was sobbing into his shirt, clinging to him for dear life. "You're all I have left." I said squeezing him. "I'm just scared I'm going to lose you."

He pulled my left and up and I looked at it. "That is a promise that you never will." He said referring to the ring.

Niall's POV:

So, she used to cut herself, her dad beats her, and she is scared of losing me. Wow, that last one makes the other two sound like declarations of war compared to a peace treaty. "Just, stop." I whispered. "If anything, I'm not good enough for you."

"What more could I ask for, Niall?" She asked looking up at me. Her make up was smudging so I wiped her eyes, looking at the eyeliner and mascara that was now on my finger.

"Liz, did you really think that this was going to change how much I love you?" I kissed her forehead.

She sniffled, "You missed?" She grabbed my face and her lips crashed onto mine.

"How did you get here?"

"Harry left me here, trying to force me to talk to you." She said wiping her nose on her coat.

"Let's go home, I have something to show you." I said wrapping an arm around her. We walked to my car and got inside.

~~~~~~~~At Home~~~~~~~~

"Liz?" I knocked on the door.

"One minute!" She screamed at the door from the shower.

"You're taking a shower without me?!" I pounded on the door. "You evil woman!"

She finished her shower, she walked out in the middle of the room and stopped. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked as she walked over to the dresser and pulled out her shorts and another one of my shirts.

"What happened to your back?" I asked leaping off the bed and grabbing her waist.

"I don't know, what happened?" She asked turning her head attempting to see what was going on.

"You have a huge bruise on your shoulder." I said touching it.

"Ow! Niall!" She turned around.

I tried to see it, but the turned and jerked as I moved around her. "Liz, let me see." I said backing up.

"Fine." She sighed. I lowered the towel a little bit and traced the bruise that covered her entire shoulder blade. "Who did this?" I asked.

"I told you, my dad jumped me." She said sliding the shorts under the towel. She dropped it and put the shirt on. "It doesn't hurt." She said walking away from me.

"That's not what it sounded like." Harry interjected. Liz's head jerked around.

"You." She said narrowing her eyes. "You told him! You told him about my dad, my scars... You-" She said charging after him. Harry didn't move. Just closed his eyes as Liz swept his feet out from under him. "Son of a bitch! I knew I could trust you! You just won't stop giving me reason to hate you!" She screamed in his face.

"Liz!" I yelled, pulling her off Harry, he stood up. "You should be thanking him! Without him you could have died!" Harry looked at me with a 'thank you' in his eyes.

"I could have let him beat you... is that what you wanted?" He asked walking out of the room.

Liz let out a breath and fell to the floor. "Liz!" I screamed following her down. "Harry! Louis!" I screamed.

Louis's POV:

I've heard Niall scream before, but never like that. I dropped my hairdryer and ran for Niall and Liz's room. "What?!" I yelled before I even got in the room Niall had Liz in his arms, carrying her down the stairs.

"Get in the car!" Niall yelled to me as he kicked the door open with his foot.

"Harry! We're going to the hospital! Liz fell out!" I yelled, I heard Harry bolt down the stairs.

"Niall? What are you waiting for? Drive!" He screamed with Liz's head in his lap and her feet in mine.

Niall took off going at least 95 miles an hour.