Here For You (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25

*Still Niall's POV*

She doesn't say much, and she still has her back facing me as she intently stares at the piano in front of her. She starts tugging at and playing with the end of her sleeves.

After what feels like an hour of silence, she finally turns around to face me, her eyes still glued to the floor though.

She starts rolling up her left sleeve and reveals that her forearm has been wrapped up almost completely. My stomach began to turn when realization hit me and I figured out what could possibly be underneath that wrap.

I'm thrown off by her unraveling the bandages, her expression getting sadder as she goes on. She's left standing there, with a bare forearm, and the bandage hanging at her side. She just stares at her arm for a few moments, then her eyes lift up to meet mine.

She closes the space between us and puts her arm out in front of her so I can see. My heart drops as a examine the white scars and the sort of healed, deep, pink cut trailing straight down her arm.

"Why would I do this to myself.." She whispered in a barely audible voice.

It took me a few seconds to collect myself. I know I've done it too, but never did I once think of Cara possibly destroying her perfect body. Then again I guess it would make sense. With everything she's been through, it'd be hard not to resort to that. I also know that some of these scars are my fault. I gave up on her and told myself I was doing her a favor; I left her completely alone.

Without thinking, I too rolled up my shirt sleeves to expose the many white scars littering my arms as well. I lay them out in front of me so Cara's arm is in between them.

"Same reason I do. Your reasons just might be a little more complex."

She stays silent, taking in the view of our upturned forearms.

"The war is in our minds," I whispered, "and the wounds are on our bodies."

I felt cheesy quoting something I saw online at one point in time, but it means so much to me. We do this to ourselves and feel like the only way to escape the hell going on in our heads is bleeding it all out. I'm not quite sure if she understands that or not yet.

"What could've possibly happened to us.. To force us to do this." Her voice is getting more assertive, more emotional. Almost like she's ready to just break down and cry.

"Well. I lost you. And when I lost you, I lost myself. I didn't know what to do and I just fell into this deep, deep rut that I couldn't find a way out of. Therefore I did this."

"Alright.. So I did this to myself because I lost you as well..? I don't understand." Confusion swept across her beautiful features.

"No Cara, you had your own demons to deal with. But some of these scars covering your wrist ARE my doing. I left you alone when you needed me the most. And the guilt I felt for that led up to these." I pointed out various specific scars on my wrists.

I couldn't look up at her, so my head just hung low. Then I felt her tiny arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into her. This humongous gesture sent heat throughout my entire being, and I could start to feel my eyes burn from threatening tears.

My arms hesitantly wrapped around her as well. I felt like she wasn't even here. Like it was too good to be true. And if I touched her she would disappear; just like any other one of my hallucinations.

When I realized she wasn't going anywhere, my arms wrapped a little more tightly around her, taking in all of her warmth.

(Sorry, I know it's short. And I'm double updating later today. I just promised you guys that if write at some point this week and I felt obligated to post this. I'll be back later to post again! I love you guys so much! VOTE AND COMMENT WHAT YOU THINK IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT!xx)