Niall One Shots

It's Just a Cut

W A R N I N G: This is triggering

"Y-you... You did this to yourself?" Niall bit his lip.

The flashes were going off constantly. They blinded you, even with sun glasses. You kept your head down, but no matter what you did the flashes still disoriented you.

You whimpered softly and the body guard did his best to push them away but they were still in your face. Screaming at you about the dirty lie that had started that you were cheating on Niall.

Nothing had been farther from the truth. You had had lunch with a male friend that wasgay. Niall knew about it because he had asked what your plans were and your plans were that day. And you had checked if he was okay with you seeing your friend.

You thought you wore large enough glasses, your hat down low enough, the collar on your shirt had been popped up, and you went to a random café to merely catch up with a friend that you went to college with.

"Is it true that Niall and the other man got into a fight over you?"

"How could you do that to Niall?"

These questions weren't anything compared to what was being said on the social media websites. How much of a slut, whore, how undeserving and ungrateful I am...

You are put into the back of the Range Rover and they take you straight to Niall's house.

You enter the quiet house and bite your lip, feeling the entirely unworthy and entirely broken.

Depression was something you struggled with for awhile, but since Niall, it was easier to suppress it.

Even then... With the sunshine that he seem to bring with him everywhere he went- you couldn't always manage to hide the depression.

Especially after this whole "scandal" that is taking place.

You're depression started plaguing you and taking over your mind.

Self harm came to mind quite often these days. These paps were getting uglier and meaner and more hurtful.

"Baby... just ignore it." Was all that Niall had to say in regards to the situation. Niall didn't really know how badly it hurt nor how much you were suffering. He really didn't know that because you hid it and you hid it well.

But how could you ignore it? It was on the talk shows, every magazine, and you had people following you asking questions.

It was a constant.

You go to the kitchen and sit at the bar for a moment, your head resting in your hands.

The tiny voice in your head whispered to you, Do it. A couple little ones. No one will know.

You were familiar with this voice, it was your best friend and your worse enemy.

After a few moment of silence you force yourself to stand up, heading for the bathroom.

You looked for your razor, knowing that you could break it open and take the blades.

Or you could burn-no. That wasn't an option anymore. You swore that off. Cutting... not so much.

You glanced at your watch. Niall wasn't supposed to be home for at least two hours. More than enough time.

After a moment you grab your razor and break it open carefully. Five little blades fell out of the plastic and you took all of them back to your room, throwing away the plastic.