One Direction Oneshots (boyxboy)

Vertical Lines (Niam)

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Vertical.

Not horizontal.

Spanned from wrist to the inner part of my elbow.

Deep. At least half an inch deep.

These were inescapable. Unreversible.

Time won't dismiss its sting.

No. These scars remain.

It had been late. Much, much too late. Liam burst through the front door, his eyes wild, crazy. "NIALL IM SORRY! I'm so, so sorry!" But those words meant nothing. They changed nothing. And I think he knew that, but still he cried. Cried like he thought that would've saved me; would've made me go back in time and pull myself from the grasp of death which had been slowly tightening its hold on me and strangling me in its hands of unforgivable misery. But I couldn't have escaped this fate even if I had the intentions of doing so. I couldn't stop myself from being thrown into the downward spiral that led to my depression and my final fatal decision.

The blood-stained tile remained when he broke down the bathroom door. The splintering crash of wood as it hit the ground pounded in my ears thicker then the pulse of my own blood slowly, slowly decreasing. He looked crazy, the whites of his eyes shining brighter than the fluorescent lightbulbs blinking, blinking above my head. I no longer felt the sting of death as it dribbled through the slight opening that was the part of my lips. Thick red death that made its appearance in the form of blood. It pooled around my crumpled form it flowed like a sparkling waterfall in the depths of hell from my arm and came to rest on the cold floor, a dead ocean, horrifying.

I could only hear the cries that flew from his stomach, or his heart, maybe from me. Maybe they were the same cries I had cried earlier the same pain that filled my chest condemning me to this fate to this cold tile floor while the life drained out of me agonizingly slow, making me endure my final moments in pain, torturous pain.

"NIALL PLEASE!" He was knee deep in the liquid but I don't think he noticed, or cared to notice. His hands found my face and the touch burned my skin worse than the blade of the razor had managed. Worse than any pain I had ever felt. The hands that had loved me, caressed me, held me, picked me up from my darkest downfall, held me one last time, tried to pick me up from death's bed and fill me with life. But it was all in vain. My life hung by a strand on the end of a blade. There was no saving me now. We both knew, yet I don't know either one of us wanted to believe that this moment of stress levels reaching heights out of this world, where tears fell like rain and terror and shock filled both of our eyes and our bodies trembled, was really the last time we'd ever be together.

There was one feeling that stuck out the strongest amongst the others, the overpowering feeling of regret. But maybe it wasn't regret for stealing my life away from myself. Maybe this feeling was the side effect of a love that fell apart and collapsed on itself trapping me underneath the rubble, stuck in the damage caused by the downfall. Maybe that's where this regret came from. Regret for allowing myself to be used and believing that it was love rather than just accepting the fact that I was a tool. Maybe then I wouldn't have completely broke when I was thrown out after I had served my purpose. The depression wouldn't have settled like a resting lion over my chest when the other guy showed up. The guy who had replaced me, or could've been there all along, but who knows.

"WHY!?" Liam directed the question at me as if I had been the cause of all this pain, as if I stimulated the impulse of my brains decision to kill myself in order to rid myself of all the unbearable pain I had been through. As if it had not been Liam who chose to be unfaithful and spoiled such a pure and happy love such as the one we had. Yet still I felt the guilt of tearing myself away from everything. I could've stayed. Could've fixed myself, but now that wasn't an option. Now I was only looking at him through a screen. We were in two different worlds and I had a window-view as I was being dragged out of his world, the world of the living.

His voice was becoming tunneled, his words fuzzy and almost inaudible to my ears. The pulse was taking over. That pulse was decreasing steadily, ticking down my final moments one by one. My eyes could only see Liam. They couldn't distinguish the ceiling above him or the sink his left shoulder was leaning against. The only feeling I could accommodate was the warmth of his hand on the back of my neck holding my head up so my eyes stared into his. The firey heat of life on his fingertips dribbled into the cold death that had settled over my body.

It was ironic how the last thing I would ever feel as I was dying Is an over powering sense of life. I felt it sprout from liams touch spreading false life to every muscle in my body. Just the feeling of living but not the actual thing. The feeling smothered my stiff body, it was all on the outside now. Life surrounded me but it was no longer in me. It was gone.

Liams cries slowly but surely faded with the pulse in my ears. I don't remember my eyes closing but soon everything was black a final sigh left my lips, but it felt like I had just exhaled my soul out through my mouth. That is when the pain stopped. Everything stopped. And that is how my world ended...

*one month later*

Liam saw the words on that solid slab of stone shoved into a patch of green grass but he couldn't believe what they said. Surely Niall wasn't gone forever. Liam had watched the life fade from Niall's eyes but he still couldn't comprehend that it was really all gone. Never would he hear that bubbly laugh, so contagious, just like his smile. Anything in the world he would give without a thought of consideration just to bare witness to that smile one last time. A single tear fell from his eye as he reached out and caressed the stone gently with his fingers. A light breeze lifted his hair off his forehead as he did so and touched his face as if the wind was trying to wipe the tear away.

"Niall" Liam breathed out as more tears fell. If he squinted through his tears Liam could just make out the blue of Niall's eyes glinting off of the stone. He could see them twinkle with life as they had done countless times before. "I know your there" Liam said a crazy smile splitting his lips "you'd never leave me would you Niall"

As if I'm response the wind picked up again, embracing Liam in a hug. And Liam could've swore the blue eyes on the stone winked at him.

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(A/n) I might make a part two to this where Niall returns as a ghost. I don't know though.