FML (A One Direction fan fiction) -Niam/Ziall- ~boyxboy~

-Prologue-

*Niall's P.O.V*

"Keep walkin', fag." 

"Ugly faggot. No one will ever love you. You're a fucking freak, Horan. Or should I saw WHORE AN."

"I know a guy who'll fuck ya for a dollar."

"It's not like the fag can even get a lover without paying them." 

"Oh god. If you get to close, you'll catch his cock sucking germs."

"Oh fuck, man! Stay away from the fag, guys!" 

I sighed internally and kept walking. 

Slammed into a locker.

Pushed to the ground.

Punched, kicked, spit on.

These are only a few of the the things I go through at school. My mother thinks it's best that I continue to go to school, although she's seen the abuse, she's heard me crying in the middle of the night, she's seen the fresh scars on my arms and stomach, and yet.. She doesn't care.

My father is someplace in Ireland, spending all his money gambling.

Ever since I came out last summer my life has been hell. My boyfriend of two years dumped me because, and I quote, he "needs a new fuck buddy."  I was absolutely crushed, my love, my rock dumped me just because I was entertaining enough, in fact he's one of the main guys who bully me now. It doesn't matter that he's gay either, they don't make fun of him. It's only me.

I pushed open the front door and pushed past my mother, running up to the bathroom and locking myself in.

I walked up to the full length mirror and  took off my shirt. 

The scars were barely starting to heal, I needed to fix it again. The kids at school are right, I am ugly, I am a fag. I am a freak. I wasn't supposed to end up this way, I was supposed to grow old with a woman and have children. My children. But the fates had another choice, they chose to laugh in my face and screw me over. 

My blonde hair hung low in my face, my once sparkling eyes looked dull, dead even. I was paler, I looked sick, I felt sick. I was too skinny, To ugly. I was muscular, I was lifelss. A walking zombie. A freak. I combed my hair and gave up on my appearance. There's no point in looking nice for my fucking tv.

I reached over for the hidden razor behind my mothers condoms - Yes condoms. - and yanked it acrossed my stomach, smiling at the joyus pain it gave me. The physical pain almost over powered the emotional. Almost.

One

Two

Three

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Twenty-eight

Thirty-nine.

I stopped and grabbed the blood stained cloth from the sink and drenched it, cleaning the blood off of my stomach, making the pain slightly worse. I smiled and pulled a new black shirt on over my head, smiling wider as the fabric tugged on my scars. I glanced at my wrists and shook my head. Later. 

I smiled, just thinking about it and left the bathroom, walking over to my own room and stepping in.

"Hey, Ni." I jumped and spun around. 

"Oh, it's just you." I sighed in relief and sat on my bed. "What're you doing here, Louis?" I asked my cheeky best friend. He grinned and sat beside me, his brown hair hanging over his striking blue eyes, making them pop even more. It was quite strange that a nobody like me could have a best friend from the football team, one of the most attractove guys in our entire highschool.

Louis was very well built and always dressed brightly, like a child. It was quite amusing to me though. Nothing could change Louis.

"Well ya see... I kinda invited Harry over here, and since his mom hates me, I'm going to need you to call her and invite him over. Kay?" He smiled at me and I glared right back. Cheeky bastard. Harry is Louis boyfriend. They were quite adorable, the only problem is that Anne, Harry mum, hated Lou. So I usally was the one to call her for him. We had movie nights quite often.

"Fine, whatever. Is Liam coming as well?" I asked, warily.

"I wouldn't make you go through more pain, Ni." He reasurred me. I nodded and grabbed my phone from my pocket and called Mrs. Cox.

***

I set out the popcorn and snacks and sank down on the couch in our living room. Anne agreed, like always and Harry was heading over right now. The doorbell rung and I listened to Louis quiet footfalls across the entry, The door open and two sets of feet entered into the living room. My eyes widened as they landed on the cold, hatred filled brown eyes that belonged to Liam. My ex. The one who just so happens to be Harry's step brother. FML

He glared at me and sat as far away from me as possible, with was only a mere ten feet at most. Louis and Harry sqeezed beside me, wrapped in each others arms.

"Get the movie, Ni." Lou demanded.

"Which one, princess." I chuckled darkly and stared at him as I stood up.

"Hmm.... Love Actually. It's Hazza's favorite." He answered. Oh I know. We've watched the blasted movie twenty time since a week ago. 

"Kay." I reached above the tv stand and reached for the dvd, my shirt slightly riding up. Someone gasped behind me and I was pulled away from the movies and slammed to the ground, Harry holding my arms down as Louis reached for my shirt. 

Fuck. He noticed. Of course. It had to be some cliche fucking movie scene. I tried to kick him, but strong arms held my legs down. Liam. Fuck him. The shirt was lifted and I cringed at his look of horror. He had thought I had quit three weeks ago, little did he know that I didn't. He fingers lightly traced the scars and I cringed. 

"What the fuck did you do, Ni?"  Liam said in horror from behind, Lou. His voice deep and husky, slightly seductive. Louis nodded and stared into my eyes.

This'll be fun to explain...

FML!!