Holding Onto Sanity (1D)

Niall's POV

"How are things, Niall?" My therapist asked.

"Not much better." I sighed sliding back in the large leather chair. I don't understand these appointments. They don't help.

"Have you been taking your pills?" She scribbled on her notepad.

"Everyday." I don't know why I have to feel like this everyday. It's like everything is dark. Liam was the one that suggested I start these God fore saken sessions. It's not like they improve my mood. In fact they worsen it.

"Have you been sleeping any better?" She pushed her glasses up.

"Not one bit." I played with me thumbs as she drilled me with questions.

"Niall, you need to pay attention if we're going to get any where." She stated harshly. But i just rolled me head in her direction.

"Cheryl we're not going to get anywhere. I've been coming here for the past two years and nothing has improved. Don't you get that? I'm tired of Liam pushing me to attend these shit sessions." I growled.

"He just wants you to get better. As well as me. We only have an hour so let's get back on topic."

"Can't we just act like you talked to me? And I can spend me time doing something useful? Like not being here." I rolled my eyes.

"You know you can't do that. Your friends pay for these and we need to work. So that is what we're going to do. Now how is the tour going?" She asked writing. I groaned. These are the worst hours ever.

After my hour ended Louis came and picked me up.

"How did it go?" He pulled out of the parking lot.

"It went fantastic Louis. I'm cured! She poured her magical word dust all over me and now i'm just the happiest person alive!" I said fakily.

"You're sarcasm hurts."

"Yeah, well." I shrugged.

"Are you ready for tomorrow? You know Demi will be there since it's our first concert of the tour." He nudged me with his elbow.

"Eh. Who cares, she'll be too busy flirting with Zayn or something. Plus we have to fly all the way to fucking Paris tonight." I said sourly.

"Exactly, Paris, the city of looove. She'll notice you bro. Don't worry." He smiled while watching the road.

"I don't want her to notice me. I'm tired of people noticing me. I just wish that I wasn't known by everyone anymore." I looked out the window at the London streets.

"It's too late for that."

We got back to our complex of flats and Louis dropped me off at mine.

"Thanks lad." I opened the door.

"No problem, remember to be ready by 7. We gotta get to the airport."

"Yeah, yeah whatever." I stepped out of the car and walked up to my door and entered.

At the airport we got onto our jet and got comfortable. My phone alarm went off.

"Niall time to take your pills." Zayn said from next to me.

"I know." I sighed. Liam brought me a bottle of water. I reached into my back pack and pulled out my bottle of anti-depressants. I took out two of them and swallowed them with some water. I decided to take a nap until we got to France.

(My first chapters are always short. I don't know why. But the first chapter is really boring I know, just bare with me here. It will get better. I promise.)