My Sister's Boyfriend ◾ Ziall [EDITING]

Chapter 20

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NIALL

The past week has been hard for us all, and, honestly, I'm starting to wish none of this ever happened. It has only been about a week since Waliyha and I broke up, and two weeks since I got here. I think that everything has been so hard that time seems to be going too fast to keep track of.

Lately Zayn has been avoiding me. I think it has something to do with all the nightmares he has been having about me. I've been talking to Trisha about his nightmares and she told me that Zayn had only had recurring nightmares after his boyfriend had killed himself.

That means that something bad is possibly going to happen to either me or one of my friends. I just hope that Zayn stops avoiding me and starts talking to me again, because I haven't been sleeping; I've been worried and my insomnia has gotten way worse.

I knock on Zayn's door.

"Go away," Zayn sniffles.

"Zayney?"

"Go away!"

"Talk to me."

"Why should I? Give me one good reason."

"I'm beyond worried. You've been avoiding me and it makes me feel like I've done something wrong. Like I'm just bad luck."

"You're not bad luck, babe."

"Then why are you avoiding me?!"

I break down into sobs and fall onto the ground. I hug my knees to my chest and bury my face. Zayn's door opens and a pair of arms encircle me. His musky smell calms me down and I bury my face in his shirt. He picks me up and carries me into his room, kicking the door shut.

Zayn sits on the floor and holds me tightly. He murmurs comforting words in my ear and my sobs aren't as loud and annoying as before. Zayn eventually gets my crying to subside and leaves me with sniffles that may or may not go away for a while.

"Why are you crying, babe?" Zayn asks.

"You've been avoiding me," I sniffle.

"I haven't really being awake, babe."

"You've been sleeping most of the time?"

"Yeah. Also trying to figure out what my dreams mean."

"What are they about?"

"Mostly you."

"What happens in them?"

"In every one we go out for a date and end up in some huge fight over practically nothing. Then it varies. A few times you disappear and we find your body in a river, or under a bridge. Sometimes I find you bleeding to death on my bed. Last night...I found you dead in the bath, the water red and an empty pill container on the ground."

I listen to Zayn describe everything in detail and my eyes widen as I remember those exact things happening. I pull away from Zayn and hug my knees to my chest, staring blankly at the wall as I recall my mother finding me every single time.

"Niall?" Zayn asks. "What's wrong?"

That's when I realize I'm crying again.

"Talk to me."

"How do you know about those?"

"You mean...they really happened?"

I nod. "In the last two years."

"When you were with Waliyha."

"None of them concerned her. None of them were her fault in any way."

"I figured that, babe. You tried...three times?"

I shake my head. "Six. Three each year. Same date; same time."

"Why didn't you talk to someone?!"

"Who could I talk to? Waliyha and I couldn't talk because she had to take care of you after he died; My parents were never home; Shrinks and counselors were not help either. You weren't in my life yet."

"M-Me?"

"None of you were. I had nobody to talk to; no friends, nothing."

"Niall... I never thought it was this bad..."

"Only my mother and my doctor knew that I tried. Nobody else. Until you."

"Why didn't you tell Larry?"

I shrug. "I didn't know how to tell them after I showed them my scars."

"You haven't shown me your scars."

"But you know what scars look like. Especially cuts."

"True. I thought Louis should have though."

"I've seen his; they aren't that bad. There's only a handful or two."

"True. Still..."

"Louis guessed before I told him. It's probably because I flinched when he touched my arm."

Zayn and I slowly drift off the topic of...you know...and somehow end up sitting on his bed, laughing at his past experiences. I tell him all of my good memories and leave the rest buried; not wanting to tell him about all the other times I tried.

"How did you go through with it?" Zayn whispers.

"Go through with what?" I ask, slightly confused.

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Zayn..."

"Tell me."

"I'm not going to tell you because I don't want you to try any of them, or even think about trying any of them!"

"Just tell me this; was it easy?"

"Yes."

"You're lying."

"It was easy because I had, and still don't have, people that love me!"

"I LOVE YOU!"