Niall Horan Imagines

She's Broken

Bringing her hands to wipe those tears streaming down her face,
Seemingly almost endless, just like her thoughts that never seems to vanish.
Broken beyond repair, her thoughts destroying her slowly.
Seems like she didn't realise, he is almost as broken without her.

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[ (Y/N)'s POV ]

The scars on my wrists never seemed to fade, just like the broken pieces in my heart. It had only been a week since the last time I met him, but it felt as though it had been a thousand years of heartbreak and constant pain.

I didn't know how it happened, it just did. It was such a blur, and to say that I regretted it was an understatement.

I could still remember the look on his perfect face. I would never forget that look, never. A mixture of worry, despair and hurt expression clearly drawn to his face.

I still couldn't believe this. As I leaned against the seat, I stared at the window and the flashbacks began to overcome me.

The sky was grey and I had thought it would rain, but it didn't. Much like me. It took everything in me to stay calm, to not let out my anger and frustrations at him, the one that has always been there to help me. Unluckily, it didn't stay that way for too long.

Not long after, the sky was pouring rain. We were at the park. Everything seemed to go well, until an argument broke out and I snapped. He was pushing me too far.

"Come on, you should tell me. Remember, no secrets between us, right?" he had said.

I grumbled and shook my head. Once again, he took my hand and said, "Please tell me. You need to tell me. You can't just keep everything to yourself. Believe me you'll feel much better after that."

"No, I don't want to talk about how troubled my life is. Can we just enjoy this day-"

"But baby, it isn't good-"

And that was the exact moment I had snapped. I was too tired of hearing the same things that had been repeated for over a thousand times already. I had been tolerating them for a while, but this time, unluckily, I could no longer keep calm. The fury in me was overwhelming.

I was tired of all of that. I hate how he treated me like I was a pathetic, helpless, wrecked doll. He may be right. I was just a dumb, pathetic, helpless, wrecked doll afterall. But it didn't mean that he needed to remind me of that every time we meet. I'd prefer to savour our time together as two sweet and passionate lovers, instead of a couple whereby the broken girl breaks down while the boy saves her. I'd wished that he understood that I want to be right there with him, creating happiness. I'd wished that he knew that all I needed was his love. With his love, all my troubles seemed to fade away temporarily.

I couldn't contain it anymore. I stood up quickly, folded my arms and faced him with a frown in my face. He scratched his head and looked up at me with a blank look.

"No, Niall. I don't need you, or anyone I don't need anyone. I hate myself. I hate you. I hate everyone. I hate all my troubles. I hate everything. Cause nobody understands, and sometimes... Neither do I." I said furiously, letting out a deep breath. I lowered my voice and continued, "And I need a lover, not a counselor. So just leave me, Niall. Please, leave me alone."

Streams of tears began flooding in, and I was unable to stop them from flowing. I had always thought I was strong enough, but I knew deep in my heart that I wasn't.

Niall seemed to be taken aback from my sudden outburst. He flinched at my tone. I could tell he didn't knew what to do. His blue eyes widen in size, his lips were parted and his face was unreadable.