Love Affair: A romantic sexual relationship, especially one between people who are not married to each other.
Multimillionaire Niall Horan grew up surrounded by the warmth of Niamh Murphy, falling slowly in love with her until they married and reloc...
☆Warning ☆ This chapter discusses the safe use of prescribed pills, a previous overdose and child endangerment.
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Niamh's not doing good.
Her nightmares have come back in full swing out of nowhere. The past week has been hard for not only her but also me, I kept being jolted awake by her gasps and desperate attempts to get oxygen into her poor lungs. She's struggling and it's taking a huge toll on her mental health.
She's yet to tell me what her nightmares are actually about so I struggle to assure her they won't come true, I struggle to see her getting in such a state; distraught and terrified.
I hold her, help her through the panic attack that seems to always follow and the episode of vomiting that usually comes as well.
It's been seven nights of this non-stop.
It's gotten to the point that she's afraid to go to sleep, she cries in my arms and begs me to protect her from her own mind but I'm utterly useless. I can't help. She exhausts herself with her tears until she physically can't keep her eyes open, then there's a few short hours where she sleeps quietly beside me.
Then the tossing and turning starts, sometimes I wake up to that while other times I sleep through it. She whimpers still asleep, sounding like a pained animal crying for help before her body evolves into panic and she jolts awake in terror.
The cycle is breaking her.
She's not sleeping and she's desperately attempting to put the bravest face on especially when she's working but it only exhausts her further. It's like watching an injured animal dragging itself around in search of help, she can't find anything to help her and it's only getting worse as the days pass.
Harry picked up on it, I told him she's struggling but left out details. I was worried Poppy would notice a change in her auntie while at school and have questions, I wanted Harry to be aware of what was going on in our lives at the moment to stay in the loop.
However, she went to see her doctor today. I sat in the car park anxiously waiting for her return, hoping she was okay in there alone. When she walked back to the door our eyes met through the windshield of my car and there was something in them, it was shame.
She climbed into the car beside me, we just stared at each other for a few silent seconds before she reached into her bag and pulled out the prescription they'd given her - handing it to me.
It was a prescription for sleeping pills and my heart sank into the depths of my chest before I looked back into her sad but pleading eyes. "It might be the only thing that works, Ni." She'd whispered, knowing the thoughts going around my head after reading the name of the pill on the piece of paper.
"Niamh, you overdosed on these pills six years ago..." I'd whispered back, terrified of the consequence if she starts becoming reliant on something that hurt her in the past.
