One Direction Mental Health One Shots

Abused // N.H

Might be trigger warnings in this

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Niall often had flashbacks from his childhood but never told the lads about it as they already babied him.

Just after they started touring for the first time Niall had gone to the doctors and they diagnosed him with PTSD and Anxiety, so they put him on tablets for it.

"Niall, mate, time to get up," Harry said as Niall woke up.

"Why are you waking me up?" Niall grumpily asked.

Niall has never been a morning person and the boys all knew it.

"Because we have two interviews buddy then we're going on the tour bus," Harry told Niall as Niall climbed out of bed.

NIALL'S POINT OF VIEW

"Okay can I have some privacy why I get dressed?" I questioned as Harry nodded before leaving the room.

Worthless piece of shit.

You killed her.

These two sentences were all that kept playing in my head day and night.

I looked at my body and I could still see all my scars and the words carved on my by my dad.

Some words wasn't that bad just saying

FAG FAT PRICK LITTLE SHIT.

The other words were the words that kept playing in my head.

"Ni, buddy, are you ready?" Zayn asked.

"Nearly Zee," I called out before getting into a long sleeve top and some joggers then putting my shoes on and taking my medication.

The boys never knew about my medication and I planned on keeping it that way so I hid them back in my luggage before coming out of the room with it.

"Let me take that," Paul said as I handed him my luggage.

"Do you want some pancakes Ni?" Liam asked.

"No thank," I declined as Liam nodded.

"Oh Ni, did your dad get hold of you?" Paul asked as he came into the kitchen.

"No, why?" I questioned freezing in my chair.

"He wants to see you once you're done with the interviews, so he'll be at the last interview." Paul explained as I slowly nodded.

FLASHBACK

"Niall Horan, get your arse downstairs now," my dad shouted before I ran down to him.

"You killed her, if it wasn't for you, you little bastard your mum would still be here," Dad screamed as he threw his glass bottle at me which I dodged before backing into the wall.

"I'm sorry dad," I cried before he started kicking me and grabbed a piece of broken glass.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Hey buddy you okay there?" Zayn asked as I blinked, taking in my surroundings.

"Yeah," I lied as I drank my tea.

"We're about to leave now bud," Louis smiled as I stood up.

The whole two interviews, I spent panicking about what my dad wanted to talk to me about.

"That's it for today thank you one direction," the interviewer smiled before we walked off.

"Son, well done," my dad hugged me as soon as we were backstage.

"Hi Mr Horan," the lads smiled as my dad hugged them.

"Here Mr Horan, you and Niall can talk in here, we have 10 minutes until we have to leave," Paul said as he led us into the dressing room before leaving.

"How stupid are Niall?" Dad laughed as I backed into the corner.

"What do you mean?" I quietly asked before he pulled out a knife.

"Well I didn't come here to talk, you murderer," Dad laughed as he quickly came at me, punching me.

"This is for your mother," Dad laughed lifting my top and started carving words into me.

ZAYN's POINT OF VIEW

"Lads, do you think Niall is okay?" I asked as it had been 5 minutes since we left him.

"I'm not sure Zee, he hasn't eaten since we met him," Louis sighed as he played with Harry's hair.

"Yeah, he's really skinny and keeps zoning out," Harry said.

"And he's never smiled or laughed," Liam stated before Paul came into the bus.

"Is Niall back yet?" Paul asked as we all shook our heads.

"I'll go and get him as we need to leave," before Paul could finish Niall rushed past him and went into the bathroom.

"What was that?" Paul questioned.

"I'll go find out," I smiled before slowly walking back to the bathroom where Niall was crying and the shower on.

Luckily the bathroom door was unlocked so I quietly opened the door and I gasped before rushing to Niall.

"Ni, calm down buddy, copy me," I told him as I sat him on the floor with me.

"I'm sorry," Niall cried into my chest.

"Who did this buddy?" I asked once he calmed down, his back and stomach was bleeding with words I don't want to say carved on him.

"Dad," Niall whimpered as he tried to move.

"Paul, lads come here," I shouted before everyone came running in and gasped.

"Paul, can you stop Niall's dad from leaving? Liam get the first aid kit, Louis police and Harry ambulance," I told them as they jumped into action.

NO ONE'S POINT OF VIEW

Niall finally learned it wasn't his fault and received the right medical treatment while he's dad was sent to prison for life.