{Niall's P.O.V}
~~ A week later. ~~
It's about one in the morning and I can't sleep. I keep thinking about everything that's been going on. All the thoughts of suicide going through my mind. I go into the bathroom and look for my razor. I find it and before I cut I think of what Jasmine's been telling me this past week. Her words flow through my mind.
"No matter how bad it is, things will always get better". I put down the razor and send her a text.
To Jaz: Hey.
I press send not expecting to get a reply. Considering how late it is. Not even two minutes later I get a text.
From Jaz: Hey Ni. Everything ok?
To Jaz: Not really. :( Can you come over?
From Jaz: Sure. I'll be over in a bit.
I smile at her text and put my phone away. It feels great to know I can count on her. She's been there for me a lot this past week. I wait ten minutes and get a text saying she's in the backyard. I open my window to see her standing below.
"What are you doing? You could've went to the front door." I whisper-yell down. She laughs and starts climbing up the side of the house. ln a few short minutes she climbs through my window.
"Doors are overrated anyways." She says sitting on my bed. I sit down and cross my legs.
"So what'd you want to talk about?" She asks crossing her legs.
"I'm having those thoughts again." I state looking down.
"Niall, what have I been telling you? Everything gets better eventually." She sighs.
"I know. It's just... it's hard." I cry into my hands. I feel the weight on the bed shift and she pulls me into a hug. I cry into her chest while she rubs my back.
"It's going to be ok. It'll be ok." She coes in my ear.
"How do you know?" I shout standing up. She seems taken back by my sudden outburst but stands up.
"I went through the same thing. It turned out just fine." She reasons with me.
"It's not the same. You don't get told daily to kill yourself. Or to leave the band. You don't know." I scream punching the wall. I run into my bathroom and lock the door.
"Niall open the door. Don't do anything stupid!" She screams pounding on the door.
I ignore her pleads and take my phone out.
@Harry's_Princess: @NiallOffical You're such a fag. Why don't you just quit the band? NO ONE LIKES YOU!!
I slide down the wall and open the bottle of the pills. I pour a bunch in my hand and stare.
'Should I do it?' I ask myself.
"What's going on?" I hear Harry shout from the room.
"Niall, God help me, I will break down this damn door." Harry shouts. I hear his body slam against the door a few times and I can't take it. I take about ten pills just as they break down the door.
I slowly slip into a deep sleep. Something I've wanted to do for awhile now.
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Bullied [Niall Horan Fan-fic.]
DiversosNiall Horan has been bullied for the past year. By his fans and random people on the streets. He self harms and has thoughts of suicide. Will those thoughts become attempts? Can a girl he meets help him get through it all?