One Direction Imagines/Preferences

Preference 71. You have a disorder...

Trigger Warning

Niall: Mood Disorder

You pulled the blanket up close to your chin as you laid in bed, staring at the wall. You didn't feel like getting out of bed all day, your mood having been down all week since your friend and you had a fight. You didn't mean to have a fight but you had been fed up with him canceling the plans you had been planing for weeks all for his girlfriend. The worst part was that he knew about your disorder but he still yelled at you, his words stinging a bit.

You sighed and pulled the blanket closer as fresh tears started to form in your eyes. You wiped them away with the blanket as you heard a knock on your door, mumbling a soft response before seeing your mother walk in. "Dear? You feeling better?" she asked softly, walking over and kneeling beside the bed, lighting brushing the hair out of your face as she rubbed your cheek.

You sniffed and shook your head, looking at her. "N-Niall hates me n-now. He's never been so mad before, mum. Y-You should have seen him a-and the t-things he said..." you pulled the blanket over your head as the tears started to fall. "He will n-never forgive me now."

"Oh, sweetie. You know he didn't mean all of what he said. He was just tired and stressed," she said, gently pulling the blanket down from your head and kisses your forehead. "Your father and I are going out for a few. Will you be alright for a few hours?"

You nodded and wiped your nose with your blanket, looking at her. "Yeah. Go have fun. It's your anniversary anyway, mum," you mumbled, kissing her cheek before laying back down.

She nodded and kissed your forehead softly before getting up and leaving your room.

You watched her before pulling the blanket over your head and closing your eyes, your tears still falling as you drifted off to sleep.

-Three Hours Later-

You jumped awake from a nightmare and sighed, rubbing your face before you grabbed your phone, dialling a number you knew by heart and put it to your ear.

You heard the phone pick up and a soft groan coming from the other end. "Ello?" you heard an Irish accent ask.

You opened your mouth slightly but nothing came out as you gripped your phone tighter. Suddenly your mood changed, hitting lower then it has in years, making your eyes tear up.

"Y/n? Is this you? Is everything okay?" you heard his voice raise, knowing worry was filling him.

You quickly hung up and threw your phone on the floor as you started to cry, pulling your knees to your chest as you shook. You hadn't hit low in years, the last time it happened was when you were starting middle school. You had gotten bullied and pushed around the whole day for coming to school with your old backpack which was shaped like a cat. You had almost fallen down the stairs of the school when you hit depression suddenly if it wasn't for Niall being there to stop you at the right moment. He had stayed with you the entire day, helping you calm down and becoming your close friend.

You don't know how long you were sitting there but you felt arms wrap around you tightly and you jumped, about to scream until you heard the familiar calming voice, "Relax, love, relax. It's just me."

You turned around in his arms and cried into his neck, gripping his tank top tightly. "I-I'm sorry. I-I thought you'd hate me and w-wouldn't want to be friends with me."

"Y/n, stop. You'll over work yourself. I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I'm sorry for yelling at you and for all that I said. I didn't mean it, honest," he whispered, kissing your forehead. "I know how much your disorder gets to you and I didn't help it."