Hiding In The Shadows Of Pain Boyxboy Ziall(One Direction Fan Fiction AU)

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

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Remember when Liam said he was going to have my back no matter what was to happen.

Well we were both wrong.

Nothing anyone could have done or said to me would have prepared me for the day to come.

When we reached the room where the therapy session would be held, Liam grasped on to my hands and looked straight into my eyes. Reassuring pools of brown met my nervous and insecure pale blue.

"Niall you've got this. If they ask you a question keep it short and sweet to the point. Don't say anything you won't feel comfortable saying. Also, I'll be right by your side the whole time." Liam gave me one last once over, picking at strands of my bleached hair placing them behind my ears and straightening out my shirt that managed to get crumpled from the short walk and wiping the last bit of toothpaste from the corner of my lips I always seem to forget. Liam really was an incredible guy, too bad nobody has had the patience to notice.

Slowly but surely my walls of insecurity seemed to fade away along with the time we had before we surpassed the allotted time we were allowed to be classified as fashionably late and not inconsiderate jerks who think they have something better to do.

Liam swung open the hall doors walking in first to sort of ease my nerves, but never once letting go of my hands.

Big mistake on our part.

Immediately the harsh whispers and insults came crashing towards our direction. Though Liam was to absorbed in his world that he failed to notice. He was just a body with no inhabitant spirit sometimes. His disease is prone to do that the affected one's mind.

Breathing became a difficult task as the judgement flowed even faster. Grabbing me whole and threatening to never let me go. Squeezing me in its iron grasp, harder and harder with each word, restraining little to no breathing to enter my burnt lungs.

Panic stated to fill me, threatening to overflow and cause a horrific aftermath. Already, I felt the dull ache in my head commence, rising slowly like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. Everyone except that kid with the wild mop of curls and mediocre green eyes that change with the light.

I haven't even been in the room for more than two minutes, three tops and already the rash rumors are lashing out on me like a whip. The words 'faggot,' 'freak,' and 'weirdo' were already being thrown around in people's conversation as if they were common everyday words. Along with the insults, I also happened to hear his name being used quite commonly as well. As if he were actually in the room. I was aware --only because Liam told me-- he is supposed to come to this group therapy meeting, but its not like he actually listens when people speak to him.