some wounds never heal | a one direction fanfic

chapter two ; the damage

Liam's POV

Liam sprinted backstage to see Niall. What those girls did was horrible, they knew how sensitve Niall is. Ever since the beginning, the blonde boy seemed to be the subject of most of the band's abuse, and it wasn't fair. Niall took everything that any fan said to heart, the good and the bad, so when it was negative, the damage was unbearable for the Irish one. 

Liam knocked on the door. "Niall? Mate? Are you in there?" 

No response, just muffled cries.

"Niall! Please answer me! Are you alright?"

Niall's POV

Niall just sat there. Yes, he heard everything Liam was saying, but he just wanted to be alone at the moment, and not even Daddy Direction could ease the ache that was rapidly growing in his gut. 

Niall you're a fugly faggot.

He looked in the mirror. I am ugly. Look at my teeth. My hair. My eyes. My lips. My nose. My everything. 

Niall let the tears flow. He watched as the salty liquid splashed down into the sink, and washed down the drain, just like his happiness.

Go die! Nobody likes you.

Nobody does like me. The lads might, but the fans only like me because I'm famous. I mean, look at me! There's nothing here to like!

KILL YOURSELF!

Niall looked down at his wrists. He hadn't done it for so long. The scars were almost gone now, but they were still there.

 No. I promised Greg I wouldn't ever again.

But then he remembered the feeling after he cut. As if his pain was temporarily released.

Greg won't find out. Just this once. 

Niall looked around the room for anything that might pierce his tender wrists, when he spotted one of Zayn's old eyeliner sharpeners. With a shaky hand, the razor was pried from the sharpener. Niall ran his pointer finger over the blade, leaving a small cut. It felt good. 

Now all that was left were his wrists. He placed the sharp metal on his flesh and slowly made a cut,  but it wasn't enough. Before he knew it, both of his wrists were covered in scars, and the bathroom was painted with blood.

Liam's POV

Liam had decided to leave Niall to have some time alone, but that was a while ago. It had been about fifteen minutes. He knocked on the door once more. 

"Y-yes?" Came a shaky voice, but from the thick Irish accent, there was no doubt it was Niall. 

"Mate? Are you okay? Can I come in?" 

"I-I'm fine. Just go away, the fans are waiting. Please."

"I'm not just going to leave you in here, Nialler! What kind of friend would that make me?"

There was no response, but after waiting a few minutes in silence, Liam gave in and returned to the stage. 

Zayn's POV

As soon as he saw Liam return, Zayn ran to his side. 

"How is he? That was horrible what those girls did..."

Liam just sighed. "I'm not so sure. I got only short answers, but he's been crying. His voice was all shaky."

There was silence for a minute, and both the boys' were almost brought to tears. They felt maternal towards Niall, and so did Harry and Louis. Even though he isn't the youngest, the boys were still overly protective of him. 

After what seemed like hours of silence, Zayn spoke. "Well, concert's over. Let's go see him."

Niall's POV

He could hear them coming. All four of them. Niall scrambled to his feet and grabbed paper towels, the bittersweet pain surging through his body. He tried to wipe up his blood, but he was still rapidly bleeding, so it was no use.

"Niall? Please open the door! We're worried!" It was Harry.

"N-no it's okay. I'm fine, it's fine."

"Doesn't sound like it, mate! Open up!" Louis said, with a touch of sass.

Niall sighed and wrapped paper towels around his arms, then pulled his sweater sleeves over them. After cleaning up the rest of the blood, he opened the door, revealing four worried faces. They instantly all ran over and helped him up, wiping the flowing tears from his cheeks. 

"Those girls don't know anything Niall. You are amazing." Liam said, smiling. 

Niall faked a smile, just so they wouldn't worry. "No, really, I'm fine now. Let's just go back to the hotel."

Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry's POV

After Niall fell asleep, the boys had a secret meeting.

"He isn't okay. He's lying, I can tell. Something is really wrong." Zayn said, looking over at the blonde hair that was peeking out of the covers as the Irish boy slept.

Harry looked nervously at his other bandmates. "I know. Niall gets a lot of hate, but I've never seen him like this before. You dont think he's started... cutting again, do you?" 

"No. He swore to Greg that he wouldn't again, and he isn't one to break promises." Liam stated. "But we should still keep an eye on him. I have a feeling that this is a lot bigger than it seems to be." He looked down at his watch. "Well boys, we have a big day tomorrow. Let's get some rest. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," all the boys answered, but none of them fell asleep until hours later. How could they, when one of their best mates was so depressed?

AUTHORS NOTE

hey guys! i just wanted to thank you so much for reading this and ily<3 yes i know this chapter is really crappy but right now im just creating the plot, so it will get better(:

tbh i might have put some of my experiences in here, in both the boys comforting niall and niall himself. i can definetely relate, and i made this because i know a lot of people who can relate too, so i hope that this will help people(:

anyway, more to come and ily!

tessa <3