They Don't Know About Us

"See? Now you're smiling!"

*Niall's P.O.V.*

I waited impaitently in the car for Nicole to come back. Where is she? Nicole has been acting weird lately. She rarely speaks to me and is always in her room. I feel like we're growing apart, and I don't know what to do.

Suddenly, I saw Marie walking across the parking lot. I quickly got out of the car and ran over to her, "Marie!" I called. She turned around when she heard her name, "Oh, hey Niall. What's up?"

"Well, I came to pick up Nicole, but she hasn't come out yet. Can you go find her?"

Marie nodded, "Sure, I'll go look."

"Thank," I replied, before running back to my car. I got back in and patiently waited for Nicole to come walking back.

After around ten minutes, I saw Marie running back to my car, without Nicole. I got out of the car, to see what was going on. Marie quickly ran over to me, and I noticed she was crying.

"Marie, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"I-It's Nicole," She stuttered out, wiping away a couple stray tears.

"What about Nicole?!" I asked. I'm starting to get scared to know what's going on. This looks bad. Marie grabbed my arm, "Just folow me and you can see yourself."

I felt my heart rise to my throat. What is Marie talking about? I'm shaking from anxiety.

"Marie what's going on with Nicole?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"I want you to see yourself," Marie replied, "I can't believe you haven't already seen..." Marie muttered under her breath. She continued to drag me through the halls of her campus. Marie stopped at a girl's bathroom.

"You want me to go in there...?" I asked, pointing at the sign that specified that it was only for girls.

"Just come in," Marie commanded. She pushed open the door. Once Marie walked in I heard her loudly gasp.

"Marie, what is-" I began, as I walked into the bathroom. I was immediately silenced when I saw what she saw.

Nicole was on the floor of the bathroom. Her eyes were closed and her face was a deathly pale. But, that wasn't what stood out.

Her wrists were covered in red, red blood. Blood also covered the ground around her. It was still pouring from her small wrist. I saw something that stood out in the pool of blood. The glint of metal... a blade.

S-She cut herself.....

Nicole tried to kill herself.

"NICOLE!" Marie screamed, snapping me out of my frightened state. Marie dropped herself beside Nicole's unconscious body.

"S-She's dying!" Marie cried.

"Call the paramedics or someone!" I yelled at Marie. She quickly pulled out her phone and dialed a number. She stood up and frantically spoke to someone on the other end of the phone.

My body fell beside Nicole's. I tore off my jacket. I tried to stop the bleeding with my jacket. Please, let her live!

"Please Nicole, wake up!" I begged. I felt the blood starting to seep through onto my hands. This is really bad.

"T-The paramedics are coming," Marie told me. I continued to try and stop the bleeding, "Tell someone in the school what's happening."

Marie nodded and quickly ran out of the bathroom. My attention turned back to Nicole, "P-Please wake up," I whispered, "I-I love you! D-Don't leave me!"

Why did she do this to herself? How did I not know she was cutting? How did I not know how much she was suffering. I need to get her closer to the front of the school. I carefully picked her up, making sure to not let her fragile wrists touch anything. I kept my jacked covering her wrist.

When I picked her up, I noticed something really weird. She was really light. I've picked her up before, and I'm almost positive she wasn't as light.

I don't have time to think about this. I need to get Nicole to the paramedics immediately. I picked her up and carried her bridal style. Her head fell back against my arm once I picked her up. She's definitely out cold.

I finally reached the entrance, to see Marie with a couple teachers. Their eyes grew wide, when they saw the blood on Nicole.

"What happened to her?" One of the teachers asked, astonished.

"She tried to kill herself," I muttered, almost mad no one knew. No one could help her stop it, not even me. The room was silent as people stared at Nicole. I couldn't explain why. Why she didn't tell me anything. I knew nothing about this whole situation.

Suddenly, I heard the sirens wailing as the paramedics pulled up in front of the school. They ran out with a stretcher and put her on top, carefully.

"I want to go with her," I told one of the paramedics, almost as a command.

"Does she have a parent or legal guardian near?" He asked me. I shook her head, "I'm her boyfriend. I'm all she's got."

He nodded, "Sure, you can come."

I climbed into the back of the ambulance, with Nicole, and they shut the door behind us. I watched them quickly try and fix up her seriously damaged wrists. I felt so useless. I watched them quickly try and fix up her bloody wrists. I felt so useless. I watched them frantically try and save Nicole's life, while I sat by and did nothing. I can't help her anywhere.

After a couple agonizing minutes, we finally reached the hospital. Nicole was rushed out. I tried following behind, I didn't want to leave her. One of the paramedics told me to wait in the waiting room. Nicole had to go to immediate care, and I wasn't allowed to go with her.

I felt like I had failed. Like I wasn't able to help the love of my life. I trudged over to the waiting room. There were a couple of people there, but only like five. I collapsed on one of the plastic chairs. I ran my fingers through my hair nervously, and thought about all that happened to me.

Then, it hit me like a tsuname wave. Nicole had tried to kill herself. She purposely wanted to leave this world. Then, the worst part of this whole issue crashed upon me. What if she succeeded?

I hid my face in my hands, and rested my elbows on top of my knees. I started to sob into my hands, everything hitting me at once. I don't care if people see me. I don't care if they know I'm the famous Niall Horan and I'm crying. I don't care if they take pictures. I don't give a damn. Let them do whatever the hell they want. I don't care.

If I lose Nicole, my life is completely over. If I lose her, I will never be in love again. Everything will be over.

Suddenly, I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. I looked up from my hands to see a little girl, around the age of six, standing in front of me.

"Are you Niall Horan?" she asked, her voice small and adorable.

"Yeah, that's me," I replied, my voice hoarse, due to the sobbing.

"Why were you crying?" She asked. I then realized that my face was tear-stained, and quickly tried to wipe them away.

"You don't have to act like you didn't cry," The girl replied, in her high-pitched voice, "Everyone cries. I was crying a few minutes ago."

"Why's that?" I asked her.

"My big sister has cancer," She replied, "The doctor says that she's not going to make it. They're wrong. She is going to live. In fact, I wanted to give her a coming home present. Could you help me with it?"

"Sure, how can I help?" I replied. She pulled something out of her pocket. I saw that it was a notebook and sparkly pen, "She's a big fan of One Direction. I was wondering if you could sign this and I will give it to her when she's better."

She handed me the two items. I took them, and positioned myself to write, "What's her name?"



"Lauren."

I wrote down a note for Laura on the notebook paper, and signed my name at the end. I handed the notebook back to the little girl. Once her eyes met the words on the paper, she grinned, "Thank you so much, Niall!" She exclaimed. I weakly smiled back, "No problem."

Suddenly, the little girl threw her arms around me. I was surprised, but hugged her back.

"Thanks you so much, s-she'll be so happy," The little girl whispered. She let go, and looked back into my eyes, with a grin still planted on her face, "I'm Ella."

"Nice to meet you, Ella," I replied. She sat in the chair beside me. I guess this means no more sobbing over Nicole...

"Why were you crying?" She asked again. I sighed, I guess she's not going to drop it, "Well, my girlfriend is here."

"Why's she here?" Ella asked, prying in further. I frowned, "You don't have to know everything."

"Yes, I do," She replied. I shook my head, "This isn't the kind of thing you tell little kids."

"I'm not that little!" Ella protested, "I'm already six! I'm the oldest in my class! Puh-lease tell me, Niall!"

I sighed, "Fine, I'll tell you.... My girlfriend... tried to kill herself..."

The little girl grew silent for a minute, "Why?" she asked. I groaned, "I don't know...."

"Why don't you know?"

"Because she never told me," I answered. Ella frowned, "Why wouldn't she tell you? I tell everyone everything."

I chuckled, "I've noticed."

I saw Ella's face light up, "Look, you laughed! See you're happy!"

"Not really...." I mumbled. I saw Ella grin, like she had an idea, "I know what will make you happy!"

I frowned, "What?"

"I can sing for you!" She exclaimed, "My mommy tells me I'm good! I know that you like to sing, too, so then I know this will make you happy!"

"I guess, but-" I began, but she interrupted, "Actually, I know one of your songs! Lauren taught me one!"

"You don't-" I began, but once again, was interrupted, "BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE! THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED! THE WAY YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL! YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR BEAUTIFUL! O-O-OH! THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL!"

Ella had screamed the lyrics of my song at me, not really much singing involved. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. The way she said the lyrics was in a way to make sure everyone heard her, not so she was singing.

"I knew it would work!" Ella exclaimed, "Now you're happy!"

Suddenly, I heard her mom call for her to come over. Ella quickly turned back to me, "Bye Niall!" She exclaimed, "Thank you again!"

As she ran off I quietly said, "Thank you, too..."

Wow, I can't believe that a little girl made me laugh my head off when I was crying over my girlfriend dying. This is just... really weird....

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Last part sort of random, but it's sort of my way of foreshadowing. You will have no idea now, and probably never will, but just accept the fact that it was cute. That ending part was cute and added less depression. Well, comment, follow, and like! Bye lovelies! -Madison