Stand behind the music

Chapter 11: Beneath your beautiful

(Warning: If you suffer from depression or getting over depression, this chapter has some relativity so if these kind of things trigger you, I recommend to not read it.xx)

*Sorry updating this a lot, but im dong it so  i wont have to in the early morning!!!*

Harper’s POV

OWWWWWWWWWWW. MY HEAD WAS KILLING ME. Whaaaaat I’m in Niall’s bed. Wearing only his shirt and my underwear. CRAP.

Niall woke up beside me wearing only his underwear.

We must’ve realized at the same time. We just laughed. That’s why you need a Niall boyfriend in your life.

He raised his arms.

“I could get used to waking up to this every morning.” He smirked I giggled and swatted him. I decided to get up and chilllll.  I was in the living room watching TV with Zayn and styling his hair for him. Niall walked in fully dressed.

“Hey babe. I need to leave to get my phone replaced. Last night I think I threw it or something?”

I giggled and kissed him goodbye. Soon Zayn got up and went to do some artwork. I was bored so I got on Niall’s laptop. Aww. His background’s of me. I smiled and logged on Twitter,

Update: Hey guys!! How are y’all? I’ve got a MASSIVE headache!! Haha it’s crazy!!!xx”

Not much longer at all, comments started flooding in.

“Im great!!!”

“You’re really pretty and I ship you and Niall”

“Ew stanky hoe.”

“Do a favor for us all and go get a meal of bleach and pills.”

“ Could you get any fatter??”

“Think your cool “Massive headache” Hmm shouldn’t have gotten drunk and messed around with Niall”

“Niall doesn’t love you skank.”

“You’re obviously using him for fame and money. You disgust me and everyone else. Go die.”

I slammed his laptop. Ok enough’s enough. You’re okay. Stay strong, stay strong. Girls wish they were you, Its just jealousy. I looked back at his razor. No you won’t let them win. I was way crying by now. I closed my eyes and grabbed the razor.

Skank. Swipe.

It hurts like a mother but I’m letting out my anger.

Gold digger. Swipe.

Don’t deserv-

“Hey are you- HARPER NO STOP!” Niall came in and stared. I dropped the razor and freaked.

“Ni-Ni-Niall everything’s okay and…” I couldn’t even finish. “What’s the point of lying to you?” I sat down on the toilet.

“Just look at my twitter.” I said. He wordlessly pulled it up.

I’ve never seen a guy cry. Now I can say I have.

“Princess. Where did you cut?” He asked me. I lifted up my shirt to show the very few stomach cuts.

I showed him my wrists. He grabbed them and I winced.

“Sorry” he grabbed lower.

“Just… come on.” He dragged me into his bedroom with the big mirror. He took off my shirt and my shorts.

“Point to where you’re insecure/ don’t like about yourself.” He said bluntly.

No doubt my stomach. I pointed there.

He lightly kissed it and rubbed it, tracing small circles on it.

“Next princess?” He whispered.

Duh my thighs. I pointed to my thighs.

He lightly kissed them while I watched in awe.

I already knew the drill, he looked up. I pointed to my biceps.

He kissed each one.

After a while he was done.

“See Princess. You’re beautiful. Next time you want to cut, think of me. And how it kills me inside. I love you with everything in my heart and soul. Baby, you are flawless. Whatever you do, Promise me you won’t cut again. Please?” He looked up at me with tearful eyes.

I nodded and kissed him. He picked me up and spun me around. When he gently let me down, hey lay me on his bed. Still wearing only my bra and boy shorts. He gently kissed me all over. When he got to my scars, he cried and kissed each individual one. I was crying the whole time.

Wow that was stupid. You have Niall and that’s all you need. You have a good life. Stop overreacting. Niall left for a few seconds and came back with 4 things. An I home and 3 bracelets.

Niall plugged in is phone into his Ihome and played ‘Beneath your beautiful.” He slid 2 I heart Niall Horan bracelets on one arm, and one stay beautiful bracelet on the other.

He looked proud and smiled. I giggled and kissed him passionately. I think I’ve made my decision.

I’m going to marry this boy.

Niall’s POV

Well this is just a lot to take in in one day. Now’s the perfect time to tell her.

“Hey princess?” I murmured with my lips on her neck.

“mmyeah?” She ran her fingers through my hair.

“I’m going on a trip to Ireland”. I gritted my teeth “Buuuut.”

“But what?” She pulled back, heartbroken.

“I want you to come. I want you to meet my family.”  I grinned

“M-me?? Really??” She smiled like a donut “I’d love to!!”

I was proud. “Great we leave Friday. It’ll just be until Sunday, a quick trip!” I grinned.

It was Wednesday. We continued snuggling and talking. She was one of those people who you can talk and laugh with for hours.

I’m going to marry this girl.

(A/N heyyyy guys!!!! I like where this is goinnnn. I know probably no one reads these because I have like 60 something reads haha!!! But I hope yall enjoy it so farrrrr. Love my donuts!xx)