I Will Always Love You - A Niall Horan Love Story

Chapter Thirty Four

*Charlie's POV --continued*

"What's going on?" Niall asks, as he comes around the counter and picks the phone up.

He puts it to his ear and asks, "Hello?"

I run off upstairs, and into the bathroom.

The pain I have right now hurts more than anything.

She can't be gone.

I try breathing slowly, I try pacing back and forth, but nothing works.

The tears just keep on coming.

It hurts too much.

I try to think of something that may just hurt more.

So I stand up, and search through the draws.

I soon find a razor, and grab it.

I place it against the top of my left arms.

And slide it across.

And then I do it a few more times, until it stings so much.

Now all I focus on is the cuts.

There is so much blood, but I don't care. I just place my hand against the slices and push hard.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I hear Niall shout.

I didn't even notice he came in.

He looks to the ground and notices the razor, then comes to my side.

He takes the razor and puts it on the bench.

"No! Give it back!" I shout.

"No! You can't hurt yourself!" he shouts, as his eyes fill with water.

"It's the only thing that can get rid of the pain!" I cry.

"No, it isn't! What the fuck are you trying to do? You can't do this!"

"Yes I can. Give it back, Niall."

I try to push passed him, but his grip is too strong, and he holds me back.

I continue to cry, and he just hugs me and says, "Everything will be ok. It will be ok."

I don't say anything, but I just cry into Niall's shoulder.

We sit there for what feels like forever and eventually all the others are crowded in the doorway.

The girls are crying and the boys are comforting them.

I must have fallen asleep on Niall's shoulder, because now I awoke in bed, with my left arm wrapped in a thin layer of a bandage.

My arm is in so much pain, but my heart is in more pain.

I sit up really slowly, to prevent as much pain in my arm as possible.

I am in different clothes, so either Niall changed them for me, or one of the girls did.

There were slippers right next to my bed, so I just slip them on.

I take my time going downstairs, but when I finally reach the lounge, I notice everyone sitting around.

They aren't laughing, or talking; just sitting.

I notice Niall, and start crying straight away.

Without caring about the pain, I run up to him. He stands up and I hug him, tackling him back down on the couch.

"You're to be ok," He whispers.

I lean back to look him in the eyes, "No, I'm not. My mum's dead and I just cut myself. Nothing will ever be ok."

"Don't say that. You will be ok. We are all going to help you through it."

"Bu-"

"No 'but's'. Zayn bought us all tickets to fly back home for two weeks. We leave tonight, and we will help you through it. The funeral is in two days, and you are going to be ok. I promise." He explains.

"O-ok," I whisper.

"Ok, now let's go pack."

I get off of him, but I am still crying.

We go upstairs, grab a suitcase out, and begin packing.

We don't pack all of our clothes, since we will be coming back.