As i plop down on my bed, i pull out my phone and click on twitter. First of all bad idea:
Comment after comment telling me, i'm ugly. I'm not worth it. Some said: 'How coule Niall see anything good in you?' Or 'he probably just pitied her. It's got to be a joke.'
I couldn't disagree. I love Niall. But I knew I couldn't fight tears for forever. After all, nows the best tike to lose it. Niall won't be home for at least another hour, so i let go.
I drenched my pillow in tears.
Thought after thought.
I lifted my pillow and pulled out the small pocket knife.
I just started.
Niall would kill me if I did.
He's been trying to help.
But he has no idea how much I hurt. My heart is hurting physically as well. I didn't know it was possible. Until I started to fall in love with him.
People hate me with him.
They started loosing fans.
Because of me.
My hands are shaking so much I dropped the knife onto the carpet.
I hate myself
"Hey princess, i'm ba-"
And he spots the pocket knife on the ground.
"N-Niall...why are you home so earlt?"
"What..why is there a knife...as knife on the ground?"
He says with tears pooling in his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed, a 'why" expression forming on his face.
"Let me see...let me see your wrists."
He says moving forward.
"Niall, I didn't. I promise I didn't."
Once he sees I was telling the truth l, he looks in my eyes and sees I've been crying. He takes me in his arms and lays next to me. "What's wrong princess?" He whispers in my ear.
"It's..nothing Niall. Don't worry."
I say. I knew he was sick of me hating myself. I knew he probably would decide to break up with me if i told him.
"(Y/N)"
He says.
"...ya?"
"Answer me"
He says urgently.
"...it's...it's just twitter. I'm fine..everything's fine..."
I say holding back tears.
"What'd they say? Where's your phone?"
"Niall it's fine don't-"
"Where's your phone?"
He says, already sat up staring into my eyes.
"It's on the dresser."
I sigh.
Silent tears flow remembering every word said to me. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to stop crying.
I could hear Niall quietly cursing under his breath.
I hate when he does that.
All of a sudde he takes my fave in his hands and pulls me closer. A tear slid down his face as well as he told me this,
"Don't believe a word they say. You....are beautiful,"
He gazed his thumb across my cheek, catching a tear. I shut my eyes as the chills run down my spine.
When he said i was beautiful, i could see he meant it. For that moment, i actually believed him.
" i don't care if they criticize us...you had me at hello...you had me at hello
I love you and always will my princess "(Y/N)" Love Nialler
