Silent Call - (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen

Here's chapter sixteen! We hope you guys all enjoy, and please comment!! Anyone who comments will get a chapter dedicated to them! - RachelLyn and Janelle xox

Chapter Sixteen

Skylar's POV

I sat on the terrace thinking about the lyrics to Louis song. I cried a little at the memories that flashed through my head. I heard the familiar rattle of the door open as Louis walked out. He pulled his hood up and trudged to his car. He didn't look so broken like he did only moments ago. I quickly jumped down from the balcony hoping the door was still open a little. Luckily I managed to keep it open just in time for me to slip in and head up the stairs. I knew Niall's door would be open, he always had it open except when he was sleeping. I fumbled into his flat and looked around. Niall still sat on the sofa with his head in his hands. He rubbed his face clearing it of the wet tears. He stumbled up and headed for his bed room, the room we shared, the room we created so many memories in.

After pulling the sheets of the bed and throwing them in a the laundry, he pulled out a small red book from in between the mattresses. It was my song book, the book I had poured my heart into. I promised him he could read a song a month because I knew how much he loved reading my music. I also told him it was the best way he'd get to know more about me. He was crazy about the idea too.

Niall sat on the edge of the bed and opened the book slowly. He flipped over the pages until he reached a spot and he began reading. I slowly made my way over to the bed and sat next to him, my eyes darting to the pages. It was the time I had written about Niall leaving for the X factor. I was in such a bad place then. I had felt like I lost Niall and had to keep fighting alone. He read the words before him and tears fell on the page soaking it up, and crinkling the paper. His face turned a bright read and he stood up furiously, he chucked the book far cross the room hitting the cupboard.

"What the hell was I thinking?!" He screamed. He huffed over to where the book had fallen to the ground and kicked it. His foot missed and hit the wall with a loud thud, causing a picture frame of us to fall off a dresser. He screamed out in pain as the glass cut into his foot. He dropped to the floor his knees on landing piece of glass from the picture frame. He screamed even louder, his voice piercing through my ear. I cried out at the sight, why was he doing this to himself? 

"Why can't this all just be over!? I need her in my life!!! I'm falling apart without you, Sky. If you're really following me...please," He sobbed. "Please come back to me!!!"

I quickly ran over to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulder. I cried into his back as I rubbed his upper arms soothingly. 

"Please stop this," I pleaded. He quickly began to fumble with the glass, picking up the little pieces and making a pile with them in his hand. He continued to pick up the bigger pieces before stumbling to throw them into the bin. He looked at his reflection in the glass, horror appearing on his face. 

Before I could realized what he was doing he did what I had done so many times in the past. He took the edge of the glass and held it his my wrist. My eyes filled with shock as I ran to him pleading him to stop. 

"No! Niall! Don't! Please!" I cried out grabbing hold of his arms. Slowly and carefully he took the piece of glass and dug in, dragged the glass on top his skin, breaking it as it went across. 

"No!" I screamed trying to get him to stop. "Please Niall!" I cried. The blood oozed out and he continued to drag the jagged piece of glass across his skin.

He had five cuts in his skin when his eyes began to droop. He let the piece of glass fall to the floor, he fell to his knees and curled up on the floor, falling into a deep sleep. I cried out and sat on the side of the tub. I buried my face into my hands.