One Direction One Shots

I Need Help

One where Niall is struggling with depression and anxiety. He also self-harms. After months of struggling, he finally decides to ask the boys for help. He goes so far as to show them scars. But, the boy's don't believe him. They think he's simply begging for attention.

NIALL POV:
I have depression and anxiety. I haven't told the boys because I think they'll judge me, but reacently I've decide I should.

How should I tell them?

I decide to ask Google.

"How do I tell my friends about my mental health?" I search.

I get a few results, and skim through them.

They say things about finding the right time and place, practicing your 'lines,' being honest, and not to expect too much.

I work on the tips in order. First, the right setting. Today, we have nothing, but tomorrow we don't have also don't have any work. I decide on tomorrow. So, what time tomorrow? I decide after lunch should be ok, probably in the kitchen or living room or something.

Next, my lines. I think about this one for a while. Should I say something simple? Like "Guys, I need help." Maybe that would work. Then they would ask me why though. But I mean, I don't know what else to say, so I decide on that, and to improvise the rest.

I take a deep breath, before going down to the living room where all the boys are, watching TV.

"Guys, can you pause it, I need to tell you something."

"Nah, we can hear you."

"No it-it's important."

"Just pause it," I hear Liam whisper.

"Ugh," Louis says, but pauses it, "What do you want?"

I go in front of them, and as soon as they see me, their faces soften.

"Niall? Is something wrong?"

"Guys, I-I need help."

"With what?"

"No, like... professional help. Like..." I break down crying, "I want th-therapy."

"You don't need therapy! You're perfectly fine."

"No I-I think I have an-anxiety a-and de-depression-n."

"Really? You really want attention that bad!?"

"Wh-what?"

"I bet you even self-harm," Louis says sarcastically.

I cry more. Mostly because... I do.

"I-I do," I said, pulling up my sleeves.

"Wow, even fake blood," Louis says.

I run to my room and slam the door.

They really think I'm begging for attention?

I hear the TV continue playing.

I cry for hours, until I fall asleep.

The Next Morning
I woke up in the middle of the night, thinking. I've always wanted to do it. Now that I know the boys don't care, I think I'm actually going to do it.

I want to kill myself.

I have a gun, hidden in my closet. None of the boys know about it. Perfect.

I'm going to do it tonight.

I decide to write some notes to everyone. I'll leave them next to me. I start with all the boys.

Dear Harry, Liam, Louis, and Zayn,
Thank you for being my friends. I'm sorry I have to do this, but I just can't take it anymore. I wish I told you guys sooner.

Now Paul, Josh, and all the others.

Dear Paul, Josh, and everyone else who worked with me,
I'm sorry. I did try telling the boys. I have anxiety and depression and self-harm, but the boys simply think I'm begging for attention. I just can't do this anymore. The stress got to me. I'm sorry to have to do this, but I do.

I set an alarm for 6:00 PM, and fall asleep.

Night Time
NIALL POV:
The alarm wakes me up right away. I grab the gun, hold it towards me, and pull the damn trigger.

LIAM POV:
Around 6:00, the boys and I are still on the couch. We've eaten lunch, but not dinner yet.

Suddenly, we hear a bang.

We rush upstairs, open the door to Niall's room, and see him, dead on the ground, next to some notes.

"CALL 911!!!" I immediately scream out.

Harry is first to react.

"Hello, my friend shot himself. We need help. - Yes - Yes," he continues answering a few questions, and then gives our address.

We're all still in a state of shock. How could we let this happen?

Then, we hear sirens. The door is busted open and we call, so they know where we are.

But, as soon as they see him, they stop.

"I'm afraid it's already too late for him."

Should've went for coffee on that Saturday you saw me
Should've picked my phone up every time you tried to call me, but
I never thought it'd be so soon
I never thought that I would lose you, 'cause

It's not that complicated
When you love someone, you tell 'em that you do
Don't waste a second or a breath
You don't know when you're gonna lose them, now they're gone
But you didn't make that call
And now you live with your regrets because it's all your fault

So it breaks my heart that I let you leave
Hurts my head seeing memories of you
There ain't a thing I wouldn't do
To get a moment back with you

So it breaks my heart that I let you leave
Been so hard learning how to grieve for you
I should've let you know the truth
'Cause when you love someone, you tell 'em that, you tell 'em that you do

Should've came to visit more and give you my attention
Should've took more photographs and asked you all my questions, like
"What would you do if you were me?"
It feels too soon to let you leave

And would you call me crazy if I told you I still call you?
'Cause sometimes you're the only one I feel like I can talk to
It feels like my heart is torn in two
And you took the other half with you, 'cause

It's not that complicated
When you love someone, you tell 'em that you do
Don't waste a second or a breath
You don't know when you're gonna lose them, now they're gone
But you didn't make that call
And now you live with your regrets because it's all your fault

So it breaks my heart that I let you leave
Hurts my head seeing memories of you
There ain't a thing I wouldn't do
To get a moment back with you

So it breaks my heart that I let you leave
Been so hard learning how to grieve for you
I should've let you know the truth
'Cause when you love someone, you tell 'em that, you tell 'em that you do

You tell 'em that you do
'Cause when you love someone, you tell 'em that, you tell 'em that you do

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