(Nialls POV)
I wait uncomfortably in the chair for the test result to come back. Emma is sitting next to me, holding my hand. I know what the results will say. That I'm bipolar. There isn't mush I can do about it.
The nurse walks in and looks over at me. My heart races. Here was the moment of truth. Was I or was I not bipolar? But the nurse dosen't tell me immeadiatly.
"Mr. Horan, how long have you been under the belief that you are bipolar?" She asks.
I shrug. "Most of my life really. But I wasn't sure until last year."
"What happened last year that made you so sure?" She asks.
"I tried to kill myself. If it wasn't for my bast mate, I'd likely be dead right now." I admit. Emma gasps beside me, clutching my hand a little tighter.
"Well Mr Horan, you were right. You are bipolar." She tells me. I take a deep breath, then let her continue. "However, with the proper medication and with supportive friends, this should be relitively easy to handle." I nod and she smiles. Emma holds my hand tight, and I know in that moment that everything is going to be alright.
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionEmma has always hated the band One Direction, and only attends their concert after her friend begs her for months. But after a bit of a misunderstanding with the band's management, Emma finds herself unable to escape-and maybe she doesn't want to.
