I Secretly Love You (Narry)

Chapter 10

Niall's POV

"I love you." Harry cooed as he kissed my nose.

"I love you more"

"I love you most"

"I love you more than anything in the world."

"I love you more than anything in the universe."

I smiled, I couldn't beat that. I kissed his nose.

I heard another knock on my door. 

"Go away Liam." I shouted out of exasperation, rolling my eyes and then kissed Harry on the lips.

"No, it's Zayn." Said the voice outside my door.

I walked to the door to find Zayn with Louis. "What is it?" I asked looking at them both.

"Liam locked his door and he wouldn't let any of us in." Louis huffed. "We figured he would let you in."

I took Harry by the hand and led him to Liam's room.

"Li, open up." I shouted, banging on his bedroom door. No answer. "Liam, I'm not kidding open the frickin' door." I shouted a little louder, twisting and turning the doorknob. Still no answer.

I took my key from my keyring and twisted it in the keyhole. A trick I had learned from the Internet.

The door opened with a creak and I stepped inside.

"LIAM WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Louis shouted as he pushed past me to get to Liam. 

He had a knife in his hand and he was cutting himself in the corner. He didn't stop when we walked in. His whole forearm was covered with bright red fluid which was spilling out of his long cuts. He wasn't wincing one bit.

"LIAM STOP" I screamed as I ran over to him with hot tears spilling out of my eyes. I snatched the knife out of his hands and threw it on the floor and pushed him hard.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS?" I shouted at him. He didn't move. He just stared into space. "LIAM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I felt like I was about to pass out. He didn't move.

"Call 9-1-1" Zayn shouted as Louis ran out of the room.

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Liam's POV

"Get him to the emergency room quickly," A man's voice shouted as I felt I was being wheeled.

I moaned and turned over a bit.

"He's waking up doctor!" A woman shouted. That's all I heard before everything blacked out.

I woke up in the same room that Niall had been in.

"Hey Liam, how are you?" I heard the thick Irish accent say softly as if talking when a sleeping baby was in the room. "I'm fine, but my arm hurts" I answered. Niall looked as if he were trying to forget something. 

"Don't you remember anything from yesterday?" He whisper screamed.

"No...was I supposed to?"

He looked like he was going to cry, I didn't like seeing him like this. 

"They had to put stitches in your arm because you were freaking cutting yourself Liam!" He shouted, still trying to watch his tone.

I started to remember. I was so depressed because Niall had said he loved Harry; and watching them kiss was just more pain added on. I tried to talk to Niall about it but he always told me to go away, so I did. I took a knife from the table counter and locked myself in my room. I couldn't think straight after that. I took the knife and started to create deep, long cuts in my forearm. A normal person would of screamed or winced, but I didn't. It actually felt good. It felt a lot better than being ignored and forgotten, of being denied of the person you loved, i'll tell you that.