Bullied [Niall Horan Fan-fic.]

My depression.

~~~~~All of the usernames used are made up.~~~~~

{Niall's P.O.V}

@HarLiaLouZay<3: @NiallOffical why don't you leave the band? you suck!

@Harrys_girl: @NiallOffical kill yourself. No one likes you!

@Team Larry: @NiallOffical ewww why are you in 1D? you should quit!

@1Dforever: @NiallOffical your ruining the band!!

I scroll through my Twitter feed with tears welling up in my eyes. I've been going through this for about a year now. Before most of the fans liked me. Then that all stopped and I got ten times as much hate. I put my phone away and walk into my bathroom. After locking the door I rummage through my doors looking for my razor blade.

I slide it across my wrist twice and sit on the floor. I watch the blood trickle down my arm and the pain takes my mind off of the hate.

I wonder if I should just take the easy way out?

Just cut farther and end it right now.
"Niall?" Louis' voice calls from my bedroom. I clear my throat and place a towel over my cuts.

"Yeah?" I call out.

"We need to leave in ten minutes. Meet us downstairs." He says before I hear footsteps walking away. I clean myself up and put on a different shirt. I put my bracelets on and fix my hair.

Looking in the mirror I think of what most of the fans say. I am ugly. I have many flaws. I'm not perfect.

I jog down the stairs and walk into the living room acting as if nothings wrong. I plop on the couch with Zayn and Harry.

"Hey Ni. Ready for the Meet and Great?" Zayn asks. I shrug and nod my head slightly. The rest of the lads come downstairs and we head to the arena.