Niam One Shots

2- Breathe Me

2- Breath Me

Sitting on his knees, in front of the toilet, vomiting his last meal out. That's where Niall was, where he often was. As he emptied the contents of his stomach, he let a few tears slip out as well. He looked down at himself and groaned. He was disgusting. He was fat and ugly, just a waste of space.

That must be why his mom committed suicide right? And his dad abandoned him? It's the only explanation to why nobody loved him; completely his fault for being fat. Nobody would ever love him, especially not Liam. For all Niall knew, Liam thought he was disgusting like everyone else did.

Back when the two boys were in school, Niall couldn't even leave Liam's sight without being beaten badly. Almost to death at some times, landing him in the hospital often. That's when it all started. His final year of school was a particularly bad one, where the kids would call him a pig for his appetite, going on about how disgusting he was and to get his teeth fixed.

Even after getting braces, they weren't satisfied; after months at the gym they didn't see the difference. So it came to the point when one particularly popular girl in a cheer uniform suggested he just throw up his lunch because it "wasn't benefiting him anyway." That was the first time Niall did it at age 16, and the now 19 year old boy had developed an unfortunate habit since then.

He never let Liam know of his addiction; though he was sure he at least noticed something different. If Liam knew he would be even more disgusted with Niall than he probably already was. Niall froze and looked up as the rapid tap on the door sounded. "Y-Yes?" Niall asked, cringing at his hoarse voice.

"Niall? Are you ok in there?" Liam's voice came through the door, sounding concerned. It was times like these that Niall fell even more deeply in love with Liam, when his protective-caring side showed. But once Niall got over the wave of love that washed over him, he realized Liam was waiting for an answer.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine." He stuttered out.

"Are you sure? Niall, I'm coming in." Before Niall could protest, Liam burst through the door. His eyes softened when he saw his best friend on the cold floor of the bathroom, shaking and curled in on himself.

"Niall...what happened? Are you sick? Again?" Niall nodded weakly, not trusting himself to lie convincingly to Liam. Liam walked over and helped his friend up and handed him his toothbrush and toothpaste before starting the shower. Niall cried miserably over by the sink, barely able to hold himself up. With trembling arms, he shakily rinsed his mouth out when he was finished and wiped it on his shirt.

When Liam turned around, he saw Niall start to fall over. Reaching out, he caught him seconds from splitting his head on the edge of the counter-top.

"Niall! Niall? Wake up Niall, look at me. Look at me Niall, please." Liam stroked Niall's face soothingly as he opened his eyes looking straight at Liam. "L-Liam..." Niall trailed off, his eyes looking very confused. "Niall, you can hardly keep your eyes open. Come on, let's run you a bubble bath instead."

When Liam lifted Niall's shirt from his head, his scrawny arms immediately crossed over his lanky torso. "Wow, Nialler you've lost a lot of weight.." Liam whispered, trying to move Niall's arms away from his body. Niall kept them firmly over his chest and stomach, not caring if he was being obvious.

Liam sighed and pulled Niall's sweats down his thin legs and said, "You can keep your briefs on if you prefer." Niall nodded shakily and stood there shivering in the cold bathroom. Putting bubbles in the tub, Liam then turned around to give Niall a big hug.

"Niall, you know I'm here for you and I love you, right?" Niall's eyes started watering and he looked away from Liam, cuddling wordlessly into his shoulder. Liam pulled back and pressed a friendly kiss to Niall's forehead before deciding to pull his own shirt off. "I'll wash you up, you just get in and relax. Want me to get your phone and you can turn on some music?" Liam suggested, and Niall nodded.