One Direction Preferences

#7 - He finds out you cut - Part 2

*TRIGGER WARNING: Do not read if you are triggered by and/or sensitive to self harm.

Niall:

You come inside your flat, crying, wanting to die. You just couldn't take it anymore. All this time you've been holding it in, pretending that you don't care about the hate. But one little tweet just pushed you too far.

You barge into your room. Niall was gone, so this was the perfect time to do this.

You tear the room apart looking for your razor. You've been clean for about a month, so you forgot where you put it after letting your feelings out.

Once you find it, you don't hesitate to cut as much as possible. The pain didn't even cross your mind, the only thing on your mind was the death threats, the tweets, the things you get yelled at you when you walk down the street. Slut! Whore! Ugly! Bitch! Fatass!

All the names, you got called.

The tear drops burn your deep, bright red cuts, making you flinch. You hated cutting, but you couldn't help it.

Suddenly, the door opened and Niall walks in. You stand up and hide your wrists behind your back. "Hey," you say quietly and uncomfortably.

"Oh my god! Why is there blood on the bed?" He rushes over to the bed to inspect the blood.

Damn it! You think. Since you were in such a hurry to cut, you never even thought about the mess you would make.

Niall stands over the bed for a bit before turning around and saying,

"(Y/N), let me see your wrists."

You slowly take out your arm that didn't have the cuts on them from behind your back.

"Other one." He was so serious, it scared you. You feel tears start to fall down your cheeks.

As soon as he sees the cuts on your arm, he sighs.

"I'm sorry..." Your voice is barely even a whisper.

"Why?" Tears fill his eyes, but he holds them back.

"I couldn't fucking pretend anymore, Niall!" You pause a minute to catch your breath from your sobbing.

"People can be cruel. I don't understand what I did to deserve to feel like shit. I get called slut, whore, skank, immature, just because we're dating?! I can't fucking take this anymore! EVERYONE WOULD BE HAPPIER IF I JUST DIED!" You run down the stairs as the tears race down your face. You hear Niall follow behind you.

"(Y/N)!! Get back here!" He catches up to you and grabs your clean arm.

"You are NOT a slut! Or a whore, or whatever the fuck they call you! You're amazing. Don't listen to them! They're jealous because I have a perfect girlfriend like you. I don't want to lose you. Please, don't leave me." He's crying, which makes you cry even harder.

"Why? No one wants me here."

"I DO! THE BOYS DO! A lot of people would miss you so much, if you were gone. Even the thought of you gone kills me."

"I'm sorry, Niall." You bury your face in his warm shirt.

"It's okay, princess. Just never do it again," He kisses your forehead. "Okay? For me?"

"I promise. For you."