Smile. ON HOLD(Punk Niall Horan Fanfic)

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Recap:

(Talia's POV)

"Don't talk to me like that!" he growled, tightening his grip making me wince.

"Please...let go." I begged.

"Why should-"

"Please!" I yelled. He seemed a bit shocked then let go. I fell to the floor and held my wrist to my chest. I pulled down my sleeve only a little bit, making sure he couldn't see. It was bleeding again.

"Shit." I cursed.

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(Niall's POV)

"Shit." Talia said on the floor holding her wrist. God why was she so snappy today? I peaked over her should and looking down at what she was looking at. My eyes widened as I saw a cut that started to ooze out red from her wrist. As she stared at it her sleeve fell down a tad more. And there were more cuts and scars on her wrist. What the hell? Why would she-

"Let me see your arm." I found myself saying.

She stayed still. "W-what?" I groaned.

"I said, let me see your arm." I repeated.

"No."

"What?" Okay now I was getting pissed.

"No. No means no Niall." Oh that's it. I picked her up by her other hand and spun her around facing me. I pushed her against the wall and grabbed be her arm. "Niall don't-"

I pulled her sleeve all the way down and saw scars that covered her whole forearm. "Why?" I said.

"Why what?" She said looking at the ground.

"Don't fucking play dumb with me. What made you do this?" I said clenching my jaw.

"Why would you care?" She spat.

"I don't. I just want to know." I said rolling my eyes.

"None. Of. You're. Fucking. Business!" Talia yelled.

"Tell me now!" I said pushing her into the walk again.

"Ow! Fine!" She said biting her lip. She took a deep breath holding tears in. "It's because...well you see. I mean. It's just-"

"Tell me!" I said getting pissed.

"FINE IT'S BECAUSE OF YOU! THERE YOU HAPPY YOU KNOW!?" She yelled. What? I took a step back and looked at her funny. "Oh my god. Don't tell me that you don't know what I mean."

"I don't." I was being on honest. I didn't now what she was talking about.

She laughed. "You've got to be kidding me!"

"I'm not." I said crossing my arms.

"You've made my fucking life hell and you don't know why I would do this?" She snapped pointing to her wrist. I made her to that? Wait why would I care. "You put me through shit and you- never mind. I don't have to waste my breath on you." She said picking up her backpack and throwing it over her shoulder. She pushed past me and stood at the door. She pulled her sleeve down and glanced at me over her shoulder. I saw a single tear slide down her face and she walked out.

"Emo freak." I said to myself. But I do feel a tiny bit bad. Ugh I can't feel like this. It's gonna ruin everything I worked for to be mister popular. I looked at the mirror and looked at my self. I ran my hand through my dark brown hair I looked at my tattoos.

76 tattoos.

Just one more and it'll hit my lucky number. But this one has to mean something. I'm not just gonna get a meaningless tat that's gonna be on my skin forever. All 76 of my tattoos mean something. They have to. I looked up at my hair and stared at the blue highlight in the middle of my hair.

Oh Niall you've changed so much. You're mum and dad wouldn't be happy with you.

I groaned and gripped my hair. Fucking mind. I can't think about that stuff. They wouldn't care. Right? What if they we're still here- no Niall. They're not. And they're not coming back. Never. They can't. I shook my head of the thoughts piling in my head and just remembered where I was. The girls restroom. I quickly walked out and looked at my phone. 20 messages. 100 twitter notifications. 117 ask.FM notifications. I'm not loser Niall anymore.

The plan worked.

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In this story Niall has brownish blackish hair with blue highlights on the sides. Yeah...I think maybe later in the story he'll dye his hair blonde. Maybe I don't know.