Something Great (Niall Horan)

Chapter 29 - Pain & Sanity

WARNING this chapter is really sad and if you are sensitive to certain suicidal thoughts or actions I advise skipping to the end of this first scene.

Chapter 29 - Pain & Sanity

§•Ashton's POV•§

**Next Morning**

My mind slowly wakes up, reminding me what happened last night. I groan, clutching my throbbing head. I freeze. Something's not right. I open my eyes, instantly regretting it, and notice Niall's not next to me. Fuck. I sit up. The bottle of Advil was chucked to the floor. I climb out of my bed, and pick up the Advil. I take 2 pills, and drop it back to the floor.

"Ash, we have a really fucking big problem." Ashley bursts into my room. Holy fuck she's crying. Goddammit Niall! He better not have listened to the voices.

"Ash!" Ashley yells at me.

"Where is he?" I ask.

"Sobbing in the bathroom." Ashley says. I exit my room, and slowly approach the bathroom. I really don't want to. I turn to look in. I knew I didn't want to. I cover my eyes and shake my head.

"Do not let Harry anywhere near here." I say. Ashley nods. I walk into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. I glance at the sink. There are drips of blood leading to where Niall is. Memories flash in my mind. I shake my head, tears building up.

"I didn't want to. I-I knew better." Niall says, staring at his arm. This is my fault. If I had just kept saying no to him drinking then none of this would've happened.

"Stop!" Niall yells at me. I jump back.

"It's not your fault!" He yells at me.

"If I had just-"

"Ash! This is not your fault!" He yells at me. I should've known. If he was asking me all those questions then it was an open option for him.

"I'm so stupid." I say, covering my face. I kick the door in frustration.

"Ow." I hear Niall mumble. I turn to face him, noticing he's still holding the razor blade. There's a new line on his arm, dripping blood.

"Give me that!" I yell at him. He drops the blade. I kick it away from him. He took his sweatshirt off. Oh no. I reach into the open closet, and pull out gauze and some sports tape. There won't be any fucking skin showing for him to cut.

"Get up." I say, trying not to yell at him. He doesn't move. I look down at him, seeing he's staring at the blade. I put the stuff down next to the sink, and pick up the blade.

"Don't make me show you how I'm fucking feeling." I say. He stares at me. I walk towards him, and open the window behind him. He follows my movements. I chuck the razor blade as far as I can.

"If it weren't for everyone else you'd be fucking locked up by now." I say to him.

"And if it weren't for me thinking I can help you through this you'd be locked up in Ireland." I say. He puts his head down in shame. I grab the gauze and the tape, and sit down next to Niall.

"Just give me your arm." I sigh. He gives me his arm. I count the lines. 10. One for each day Kristin was in coma. 5 on his other arm. For each day she has been awake up until now. Tears burn my eyes, trying to escape. No, I have to be strong for him. I silently wrap his arms. I wrap them to his elbow, and then tape the gauze down.

"Where's your sweatshirt?" I ask Niall. He shrugs.

"I don't know." He mumbles. I stand up. I glance around, noticing it in the corner. I grab it, and toss it to him.