I adore you /featuring Larry

Chapter 9

Zayn's POV

How could I be so fucking stupid? I tried months to get this boy, I finally got him and some drunk slut fucking wouldn't take no for an answer. Fuck sake what if he starts cutting again? I didn't mean to do it man. He knows I love him.. well, he did. I still love him. I promised that I'm going to fix him and that's what I'm going to do. 

I pulled out my phone and dialed Harrys number.

"Hello.. Harry?" I said, making sure my voice didn't fail me. I was so close to crying.

"Ah dude, I don't think this is a good idea right now.."

"What the fuck? You're my bestfriend and I wanna speak to you" I scoff

"Yeah I know, it's just that, like.. I don't even know Zayn. Niall is really cut up" He sighs

"Don't you think I know that? He walked in on his boyfriend fucking a GIRL" I say between gritted teeth

"I walked in and he was sobbing when me and Louis got home earlier"

"Where is he now?" 

"In bed I think mate" Harry breathes

"Can you go check on him? I've got this awful feeling that he's doing something stupid"

"Alright bud, cya"

He hangs up.

Nialls POV

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror. 

You worthless piece of shit. You're not worth anything. Your own boyfriend doesn't even want you.

I started to cry, I resorted to pretty much my only friend right now, my razor.

I ran it across my wrist about 15-16 times. 

The pain was awful, but it kinda felt good. I deserved it for being worthless. 

I washed the blood off and got into bed. 

Harry walks in.

"Come here" He demands

"W-What"

"Show me your wrists please"

"N-No.. I don't need to show anything to you"

With that, Harry grabs my wrists.

"AW FOR FUCK SAKES NIALL. YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS, I KNOW YOU'RE HURTING BUT THIS ISN'T THE WAY TO COPE WITH IT ALL. YOU'RE GOING TO BE LEFT WITH NASTY HORRIBLE SCARS. YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL NIALL, YOU CAN'T KEEP DOING THIS TO YOURSELF"

"Ugly, horrible scars? Good, because then I'll be left with the memories of how useless I am. Shut the door behind you please"

Harry stormed out and I was left crying in bed. 

Harrys POV

"Lou he's fucking done it again, he's cut himself. He's hurting himself because Zayn hurt him. Fuck sake. I just wanna kill the prick!"

"Kill who!?"

"Zayn!!" I scoff

"Woah, woah, don't get shouty at me, it's not my fault. If you need to shout at anyone, shout at Zayn. He wasn't even drunk Hazza"

I took out my phone and rang Zayn.

"You piece of shit! For fucks sake, he's hurt himself because you hurt him! I hope you're fucking happy. I could understand if you were drunk but you weren't. So fuck you Zayn, just fuck you!!!"

Zayns POV

Fuck you Zayn.

Wow, I'm having that said to me alot today. 

Niall hurt himself again? Over me? Again. I'm a shit person. 

I had no other place to go, then I remembered my mum and dads. 

I stood infront of the double oak doors and knocked.

"Oh Zayn! Hello lovely!!"

My mum pulled me into a hug. I couldn't hold the tears back anymore, I sobbed into her chest.

"Zayn! Yasser come here, Zayns crying!"

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Half an hour later I was on the sofa cuddled up next to my mum telling her and my dad about what happened, from the beginning until this very night.

They seemed pretty shocked but they were understanding.

"Zayn, if you loved this boy then why did you sleep with a girl?" My dad questioned

"I don't know dad, she wouldn't take no for an answer, she just kept throwing herself at me"

"I think you need to talk it out with Niall" My mum butted in

"Yeah, I would if he would speak to me"

"Well stay here, then speak to him in the morning. You can stay here for as long as you want honey" My mother said

"Thanks mum, I love you".