One Direction One Shots

Not the Right Time

Louis and Harry are cuddling while watching a movie together. Then, Harry gets call from Niall. He ignores it, but gets another one. This time, he picks up. Niall says he needs Harry's help, but Harry says he is busy. Then, he turns on dnd and enjoys the movie. Later, Liam finds Niall passed out on the bathroom floor, cuts running down his body.

NIALL POV:
I can't do this anymore.

This life, it's too hard, too stressful, I just... can't do it anymore.

My arms itch. I need to cut.

I think back to what Harry said when he found out about my cutting.

"Whenever you feel the urge, tell me, I'll be with you."

I go into the bathroom. I don't lock the door so Harry can come in.

It takes a minute for me to hit the call button but I eventually do.

It rings once, twice, three times. He declines.

I press it again.

I need him.

Once, twice, this time he picks up.

"What is it Niall? I'm busy."

"Can you come over to-"

"Niall, Harry and I are hanging out, whatever you need from Harry, you can get later," Louis cuts me off.

"Oh... ok..."

He hangs up.

I try to resist the urge, but I can't.

I strip naked revealing my scars.

I'm broken.

I don't deserve to live.

I grab my box of blades and grab one.

I slice my arm.

Once, twice, three times, eventually I lose count.

I can't stop.

The red eats away my pain.

My left arm runs out of space, I go to my right arms, then my stomach, my thighs, until there's not a single spot without cuts, cuts, and cuts.

Black dots dance arounds my vision until I eventually pass out.

I'll deal with the clean-up later.

HARRY POV:
Louis and I are cuddling when my phone rings.

"Who is it?" Lou asks.

I peek at my phone.

"Niall," I say, declining the call.

We go back to cuddling, before he calls again.

After two rings, this time I pick up.

"What is it Niall? I'm busy."

"Can you come over to-"

Louis cuts him off.

"Niall, Harry and I are hanging out, whatever you need from Harry, you can get later."

"Oh... ok..."

Louis ends the call and we go back to watching the movie.

LIAM POV:
I come back home from shopping.

Oof, I needa wee.

I check the first bathroom near the living room.

The door is closed so I don't bother.

I check the bathroom upstairs near our rooms.

It's open. I go in and do my business, then go back downstairs to put the groceries away.

Then, I notice something.

I didn't see anyone come out of the bathroom...

It's probably just my mind playing tricks on me, right?

I go over there anyway.

I knock, once, twice, three times. No answer.

"Hello? Are you ok in there whoever you are?"

No response again.

I check if the door is locked.

It's not.

I slowly open the door.

Niall is on the ground, unconscious. He's lying in a pool of blood, and his body is covered with slices. (I don't like reusing words, ok? Anyways, back to the story.)

"NIALL!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

Harry and Louis come in too.

"What happened?" they ask groggily.

Then, they look at the ground.

We all start crying.

We knew his depression was bad, but this...

"SOMEONE CALL 911!"

Harry picks up his phone and explains the situation, telling our address.

A few minutes later, we hear sirens.

They come into the bathroom.

After a moment, "Time of death, 22:13."

Tears fall down our faces, but Harry and Louis look... guilty?

After we thank them and everything, I ask them about it.

"Guys... why do you look so... guilty..? You know this isn't your fault right, it's-it's all of ours if anything."

"Liam! You don't get it, it is our fault..."

I make a confused face.

"What-what are you guys talkin' about?"

"E-earlier Louis and I were cuddling while watching a movie..."

I nod.

"And-and then Niall called. I figured I could call him back later so I declined. Then-then he called again so I picked up, and told him I was busy..."

I stop listening at that point.

I already know what's coming.

After a little, Harry stops talking.

He still looks sad, obviously. I wrap him in a hug.

"It's ok H, it's not just your fault. We should've, we should've gotten him the help he needed."

He nods and I continue hugging him.

After that, I give Louis a hug too.

One Month Later
LIAM POV:
Life is better, well, better than it was a few weeks ago.

We've accepted the past, though it was hard.

We're in a group therapy for what has happened, and life is better. Just, just a little.

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