Narry (boyxboy)

Chapter Thirteen

I stared at the blank TV screen, eyes wide open. It's two am, and the boys aren't back yet. The door opened, the lads walking in, stopping when they saw me.

"Niall..." Liam said. "What are you doing?"

"Watching the telly. I promised not to fall asleep."

"Yeah but, the telly's off."

"No it's not. I'm watching Tom and Jerry." I slowly looked over at them, a smile creeping on my face. "Louis, you look like a carrot."

"Alright, you're going to bed." Liam and Harry walked over, picking me up.

"I can't! I promised the lads I'd wait for them! I can't disappoint them again!"

"Again?"

"Yeah. I'm surprised they haven't kicked me out yet." I looked down. "I've done so many wrong things. I woke them up during the night, made them leave their dates, and worry about me. I've tried paying them back by cooking, them going on dates with their girlfriends, and shopping. No matter what I do, it all goes wrong because of me!" They laid me down in my bed, tears running down my face.

"They'll never be disappointed in you."

"Says the guy with a mop for hair."

Harry scoffed. "Whatever."

"Niall, get some sleep."

"...Alright."

I closed my eyes, drifting off to my nightmare world.

"Niall, you dissed my hair." Harry said, pointing the gun at me.

"And my carrots." Louis said, appearing next to him.

"And my hair." Zayn whined.

"Okay, I know I didn't say that."

"But, Niall, we are disappointed in you."

"I tried making it up!"

"Then you mess up again!"

"You think I don't know that?! What do you want me to do, kill myself?! I've tried that multiple times!"

"You have?" Something in his voice changed. He was... softer.

Tears ran down my face. "When you lads leave me home alone. I've cut, I've tried overdosing on basically everything..."

"How are you still alive?" Liam asked, walking out from behind the lads.

"I've called the ambulance each time and made sure they never told you guys."

"You should wake up."

"I refuse to."

"Why?"

"Once I wake up, I'll mess up once again, fall asleep, just to get killed by you guys again."

"Niall... We won't kill you."

"There's a gun in your front left pocket, knife in Liam's jacket. I killed myself before, remember?"

"Wake up. You're crying and we want to talk to you."

I sighed, opening my eyes, seeing the lads standing over me, tears running down their faces. "Did I wake you up again?"

"Niall, calm down. We were already awake when we heard you talking."

"...Shit."

"You've tried suicide?!"

"Well, you heard me talking. You know the answer." Harry jumped on my bed, cuddling close, his head on my chest. "Guys..." Liam, Louis, and Zayn left, closing the door behind them. I looked down at a shaking, crying, Harry. Wrapping my arms around him, I brought him closer, sighing. "Harry... Calm down... I'm still here..." He lifted his head, his eyes slowly meeting mine. He crashed his lips onto mine, placing his hands in my hair. Not even two seconds later, he broke apart running out of my room. Harry Styles, the love of my life that supposedly doesn't love me back, just kissed me and ran. What?!