WARNINGS : Trigger and Smut.
TWO
I walked into the kitchen where Harry and Louis were making out and there was a boy sat on the stool next to them reading a magazine, not even phased by them. His hair was quiffed up and it was black... blacker than my soul if I'm honest. He looked up through his eyelashes and then looked back down as if he didn't care about my pressance, or so I thought. He did a double take and actually looked up. "Hey Lou, do you know there's a hot blonde in your house?" Harry pulled away immediately to look at me and I had to laugh -I bet he was jealous.
"Oh hey Niall." He smiled. I waved akwardly and grabbed what I needed.
"Oh that's just my brother." Louis said causually and I swear I could hear him choke.
"Your brother? It didn't occur to you to tell me you had a brother before?" He said almost deffensively.
"Didn't think you'd wanna know." He shrugged, "Besides why would you wanna know, Niall?" He looked over at me and I tried to mask my hurt that came from that sentence. I sighed sadly and began my way back to my room not really caring about the rest of their conversation.
"Who would wanna know me?" I questioned myself. "Nobody." I could feel the tears coming, but I held them until I got to the linked bathroom in my room. I practically slammed the door and locked it. I searched the cabnets for my razors, I turned on the water for the tub and undressed. I didn't know why, but the bathroom was always that place where I felt best to let everything out... maybe it was just because I felt the bathroom was the only place I actually had privacy.
I stepped into the tub and sat down on the cold floor of it. I let the water trickle down my body as it fell from the shower head. My knees pressed to my chest and a razor in my hand. I rocked back and forth a bit before I grabbed the plug and put in the drain to fill the tub.
When it was up to my chest , I began my masterpiece on my wrist... not that there was any more room, so I had to go higher onto my arm. The blood pouring down into the clear water. I watched as it dripped, even shook my arm so they could drip faster. I moved my body so that I could lay down. I held my breath and sunk down under the water. I unplugged the drain and tried to hold my breath till the water was gone, unfortunately I couldn't and I accidently swallowed water causing me to spring up and cough harshly.
I heard a knock on the door and panicked, grabbing my towel and wiping my arm quickly, "Niall, Louis told me to tell you there's food in the kitchen." I heard Harry's sweet voice say.
"Thank you, Harry." I whispered, my brother didn't even wanna come talk to me.
"Niall?" I hummed loudly enough for him to hear me. "Are you okay?"
"Fine." I choked. A sob threatening to leave my lips.
"Good, just making sure." I gave a small smile, at least someone cared. "Niall?" I hummed again. "I'm here if you need me, you know." I clutched on the edges of the tub and let the tears slip freely.
"I'll keep that in mind." I said after a while.
"Okay." He said, "I'm gonna go to Louis' room now, okay?"
"Y..yeah." I heard footsteps and my door closing, I knew he was gone. I got out of the tub and felt myself get dizzy so I held onto the sink for a few seconds.
When I was in the clear, I dried myself off and changed into some comfortable clothes that covered my scared body. Louis' party would start soon so if I was going to eat I'd have to go now. I opened the door and went into the kitchen once more. As I entered I heard louis' friend talking on the phone. "How much are you paying me?" I wlaked to the food on the counter and tried to drown out his conversation, but it sounded intersting so I couldn't help it. "And how do you want me to do it?" I could feel his gaze on me, but I tried to pay no mind to it. "Well I have something to do tonight, so I'll have to do it tomorrow. Is that okay?" I finally got the courage to look up and saw him biting his lip. "Kay bye." He pressed the end button and gave me a smile. "Neil." He said.
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Fanfiction"Most likely Imma die with my finger on the trigger." -lil wayne One line, two completly different meanings for two different people.