Since We Were 18 ⭐Nouis⭐

Chapter 16

Connor's POV:

The itchiness coming from my arms was enough to wake me up. It was rough when I attempted to make the feeling go away as it didn't feel like my skin. I opened my eyes and looked over at the object separating my arm from my hand. There was a bandage around it with an I.V.

"The fuck?" I sat up in bed and looked at what I was wearing. A hospital gown? I looked beside the bed then the other side trying to find the nurse button. Once I found it on my left I reached over and clicked it. Within five minutes a kind looking lady walked in.

"Good morning Connor. Sleep well?" I gave her a small nod.

"Why am I here?" She signed and walked over to the side of my bed.

"You don't remember?" I thought a moment before shrugging.

"All I remember is being really sad and.... Angry." I looked up at her and noticed she looked uncomfortable.

"Connor, you tried to kill yourself. Your dad had to bring you in yesterday." My eyes widened.

"Yesterday? I was here overnight?" She nodded and reached for my hand.

"Your dad said he would be back first thing in the morning so he should be here any moment." I nodded.

"What was his name?" She gave me a worried look.

"I don't have amnesia its just that my parents are gay so I have two dads. I was just wondering which one was here." An oh look crossed her face.

"I'm not sure what his name was but he had bright blue eyes and really faded blonde hair." I nodded. Of course it was Niall. Louis doesn't give two shits about us.

"Okay thank you." She nodded and stood up.

"I'll be right back with your breakfast."

"Actually I'm not hungry." She gave me a stern look.

"I know about your disorder so don't try to pull that one with me." The door lightly clicked as she walked out and I sighed. I wonder if Niall ate at all today. Probably not since I'm in the hospital. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. What have I done?

There was a gentle knock at the door. I didn't look up but still gave out a small 'come in'. The person opened the door and shut it behind them but I still didn't look up.

I felt the bed dip the slightest bit next to me and small arms wrap around me.

"Don't cry, babe." Troye whispered in my ear.

"I hurt him more than Louis did." He pulled away and I looked up at him.

"No you didn't. He still doesn't know about the cheating and stuff." I let a shake run through my body.

"He is never going to know and is going to live the rest of his life believing in a fake love." He shook his head again and leaned down to me. He put his face in the crook of my neck and began to sob.

"Don't you ever try to kill yourself again." I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him close to me.

"Tro-"

"No!" He pulled away from me with tears running down his face and red eyes.

"What ever the reason was that you did this isn't a good enough reason! Don't you see that so many people love and care about you? Don't you see that you are worth life?" I shook my head.

"I'm sorry its just that I-"

"No I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown up on you." I shook my head at Troye and pulled him into me again.

"Please don't cry. Because then I'll cry." I could tell that he was smiling at least a little at that comment.

There was a slight knock at the door causing him to leap into one of the chairs beside my bed.

"Come in." I said. The door cracked and Niall walked in with red puffy eyes. He looked over at Troye and greeted him.

"Hello Niall." He greeted back.

"May I talk to him alone please?" He nodded and exited the room. After he had left Niall latched the door and turned to me.

"I'm so sorry da-"

"Connor. Don't you dare apologize." I started to shake my head as tears fell.

"But I just-"

"No. It's alright. You are still living and that's all I care about. But we have to talk about some things." I nodded and watched as he sat down beside me on the bed.

"You are switching schools." My eyes widened at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I've looked into it and I think you should try cyber school. So that you won't have to deal with the other kids and we can have more time together." I nodded and looked down at my hands.

"Also, you aren't going to be allowed to be alone for longer than five minutes. When you shower the door has to be unlocked." I nodded because these rules were pretty fair and nothing extreme. He sniffled and rubbed his eyes.

"Sorry." I reached over and put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it.

"Its alright dad."

"I cleaned up your room last night." I stopped rubbing his shoulder and slowly pulled my hand away.

"I threw away all of your blades, drugs and alcohol." My mouth dropped and my eyes widened as all my blood left.

"Dad I can explain-"

"Why didn't you come to me? You know I'm here. You don't need to take it out on yourself."

"You were always busy. You have to deal with taking care of four kids by yourself and I didn't want to be another problem." He shook his head and let out a small laugh.

"You could never bother me. You could stand and talk about something I have no interest in for hours and I wouldn't mind because you are my son. I love and care about you no matter what." I smiled at him.

"Thank you." I continued to smile and look down at my hands.

"You know what I find interesting?" I looked up at him and shook my head.

"Human hands." I gave him a confused look.

"Why?"

"Because." He looked down at his own hands.

"We can use them for so many reasons. We can create or destroy. People like us, the ones who chose to destroy, took it out on our own skin. Leaving behind scars. But you can also take it out on others. Whether physical or mental. But then there are also the creative side to our hands. That's where we are different. I chose to write songs and make music, touching people emotionally. But you, you are good at drawing. You show how you feel through the pictures you make."

He gazed up from his hands to my face.

"I read your journal. You have amazing writing skills as well." I froze as soon as he mentioned it.

"And tomorrow, I'm going to create a new chapter for us. I'm getting a divorce with Louis."

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