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Chapter 8

Bella's POV:
I patiently waited for Niall to return, while strumming his guitar lightly. I couldn't hear him talk, but I heard him shout, "How could you that?". He sounded really angry, which made me a bit scared.

Who am I kidding, I was shaking with fear.

After a few minutes, I heard footsteps nearing the room. Soon, Niall entered the room, looking calm.

"I'm afraid you'll have to leave, Bella. I have some important work to do." He said, flashing me a smile. I doubted it for a second, I though he might be faking it. But it could've been a friend and was just yelling playfully. It could be, right?

"Okay, but can we hang out sometime later too? Today was fun." I said. I just wanted to be in touch with Niall. The boy is cute, I tell you.

"Okay. But don't you need a ride home?" He asked me. Aw, he's so sweet!

"Nope, I'll catch a cab or walk, it's nothing, really." I said.

"No way, I'll ask Harry to drop you, okay?" He said.

"Okay."

Harry agreed to drop me, and I bid goodbye to Niall before getting into Harry's car.

"So Niall, huh?" He said, when he had started driving, after feeding my address to the gps.

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, clearly confused.

"Are you and Niall dating?" He asked.

"Wtf no." I said, blushing.

"It looks like you fancy him." He said, teasing me.

"No, I don't." I said.

"Yes you do."

"Nope I don't."

"Yes you do."

"Okay fine, yes I do. Stop." I said.

"Haha! I knew it!" He exclaimed and grinned. Harry was Niall's flat mate right? Maybe I could know more about Niall?

"You live with Niall, right?" I asked him.

"Yes, why?" He asked, focused on the road.

"Can you tell me something about him?" I requested.

"Umm.. If you're asking about my Nialler, I could write a million word essay on him. He's really good. He's like a cute butterfly. He has this positive aura that draws everybody in. I don't know. He's awesome and that's all I will speak for now." He said.

After that it was silent, only the low hum of radio could be heard and the occasional speed-breaker. I reached home and thanked harry for dropping me and all and couldn't help but imagine what would life be like with Niall.

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Niall's POV:
I was beyond angry.

How could he do that?

I had asked Bella to leave, so that I could have some time alone, and I didn't want anybody to see me break down. I was beyond pissed and the urge washed over me once again.

No, Niall, you don't want to do that.

But there wasn't any other way, and the thought of it repeated itself in my brain. I knew that I won't last longer, because I was already sobbing my eyes out. I gave in to the forces and walked into the bathroom, locking the door carefully behind me, just in case Harry would come here to find me. I opened the little box in my shelf, which had the thing that I had stayed away from for so long. My beloved friend.

My razor.

How I've missed it. How I've missed the relief it gave me. It was stupid of me to leave it. It was the only that was there with me when I needed someone the most.

I missed the feeling it gave me. I missed the sight of blood. It was impossible for me to stop now. I rolled my sleeves up and dragged the razor across my shoulder, digging it into the flesh around it. The skin surrounding it puffed up, and the blood dotted down the trail left by the razor. It stung, but it left me numb, putting my mind at ease. The last time I cut myself was two months after high school, and then I had stopped.

But I lost the battle again.

The blade ran smoothly and dug scars, some deep, some light. I stopped a few minutes later, and then I realised what I just did. All the years of controlling my urges had gone down the drain. But who cares? This razor gave me relief and relief is all I wanted.

Before my T-shirt got stained with blood, I removed it along with my pants and underwear. All my scars were on display right now, some on my hips, few on my thighs, and the most on my upper arm, just below the shoulder. My skin was scarred, and I knew that I could never have perfect skin again. That thought hurt me more.

I was down-right exhausted, but I gathered some energy to shower and wash the blood from my body. I turned on the shower, and let cold water run over my body, neutralising the heat of the wounds. I let the tears fall freely, and I realised that I was all alone, once again. This time not with my father.

My father is dead.

He had a heart attack, two days ago. He was living off loans from the bank, and is now in a debt of £80000. Someone has to pay em off, right? Me and my brother Greg are the only biologically-related people to my dad. My mom was in America, but she had ran away and has nothing to do with this business.

Greg was in a technology company, and earned lots of money and stuff. I got his call when I was with Bella, and he told me about the problem. And then he told me those fucking words. He told me that he won't pay anything, because he didn't live in the house and all the money was spent on me. He told me that I should pay all the money. Me.

How does he expect me to do that? Can a college student just whip up £80000 in a month? Does he think I get fucking bonuses for getting straight A's in my report?

I have like ten thousand pounds in my savings, which I earned from doing babysitting, gigs at local pubs, working at a bakery or a hotel. That is hard earned money, and I saved it up for my college fees.

Are the officials going to sack me if I don't pay the loans?

Shit, they could take away everything from my savings, or put me in jail.

What am I going to do?

My life is going downhill, and I don't even know what I should do at this point. I'm confused and lost and scared. I hate my brother, my father, my family, me and everything in this universe. Everything.

I got out of the shower, put on pjs and a jumper and got into my bed, sleep engulfing me as soon as I put on the blanket over me and close my eyes.

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So, what do you think? Forgive me for grammatical or spelling errors, I am a human, I make mistakes too.

I have nothing against Greg okay? It's just a fiction, go with it. Anyways, I don't know that much about currencies. I don't know the amount is very high or very small. Note that Niall moved out of his dad's house when he was eighteen, so it's a long period of time.

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