Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Twenty-Four!

A/N: Ello :D

Before you begin to read the chapter, please let me say something.  I understand that you want me to update every day, but I've started school and the writer's block is a bitch.  I get that you want updates, but when that's all you comment and even are like "ugh it's been wo weeks", it kinda ticks me off.

But anyways, if you could put some other comments besides 'update1!!!11' that'd be great.

I'M PLANNING TO UPDATE ONCE A WEEK OKAY? OKAY. <3

Now that I've got that off my chest, LET'S BEGIN :D

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Niall's POV (con't):

 

Another nightmare, another day.

It’s almost like these barren walls mock me every time that I look at them; it feels like they’re watching me.  Maybe they have cameras in there to make sure I don’t somehow manage to escape, but I think today’s the day that I will.  I will escape.  The plan I’ve been thinking of for weeks will finally happen.  Sometimes, sitting near the door, I can overhear some of their conversations about days when they don’t monitor the cameras as closely or people take vacations and things like that.

Today, many of them chose to take a vacation day off, and the security guard has other duties besides just sitting in from of all the monitors to guard me.

“Niall?”  A voice calls from the door.

“Yeah?”  I call back, too lazy to get up from my bed.

“Here’s breakfast.”  A tray slides under the door and sits there as the heat of the food begins to fill the room.  Ignoring it, my eyes shut again and the images of last night’s nightmare come back into view.  Shaking my head, I open my eyes and stare the floor.  Seeing all the images of her with Harry, she looks in pain in a way.  They don’t even look to be at his flat.  Maybe it’s just my dreams, but they are what keep me close to as reality as I can get.  Who cares if they never happened?  It’s better than nothing; it’s all I have.  But, what if Harry did do something to my princess?  What did she mention about a bar?  Did Harry... oh no.  Liam would comfort her... right?  Liam has always been good at that; he knows the right words to say to make you feel like nothing ever happened.  His hugs are comforting too.  Maybe I’m just overreacting.  I wonder if he’s still with Danielle.  They were together at my ‘funeral’, so there’s the possibility.  

“But something happened for the very first time,”  I sing quietly to myself, playing with the ends of my blanket, “with you my heart melts into the ground.  Found something true and everyone’s looking round, thinking I’m going crazy.  But I don’t care what they say, i’m in love with you...”  Her beautiful face comes into my mind and I can’t help but smile.  “They try to pull me away, but they don’t know the truth.  My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing, you cut me open and I, keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love.”

As I pause, my eyes drift over to the doorway and I can’t help but feel like something about it is different.  Pulling off the blanket, I get up, stretching out my legs and arms, walking over to the doorway.  The cold ground feels like it’s frozen.  I wish they had given me some shoes or socks in here.  Feeling around the edges of the door, a small new line of light is coming through a crack.  Peeking in the direction it’s coming from, the door is cracked a little.  Maybe the last guy accidentally opened it or bumped into it?