A New Direction ~A One Direction Fan Fiction~

Chapter 6 (part 1)

This chapter is dedicated to one of my friends who is ashamed of being a One Direction fan. xx

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Niall's P.O.V.

"Are you feeling anybetter?" I asked Holly as she stood up carefully. She nodded, flushed the toilet, and brushed her teeth. "Good. Why do you think you're sick?"

She shrugged and mumbled, "Not sure, but I'm fine."

"You sure?" She nodded again and sat down on the couch, curling up in a ball. A tear slipped down her cheek, and I sat down close to her. Wiping it away, I said, "You're not okay. What's actually causing this?"

She sighed and said, "I don't think you want to know..."

"I do," I assured her. "I want to know everything about you, so we can start with this."

She looked in my eyes, more tears threatening to spill, and sighed. "My meds... I accidentally over-dosed on one of them. Harry almost had to take me to the hospital, and I'm pretty sure Cassie's mad at him for leaving, unless he told her I'm back on them..." she trailed off, and her eyes widened. "I'm going to call her, okay?" I nodded, and she pulled out her phone and quickly dialed a number. "Cass?... no... you what?... why?... I didn't--... no, he--... Cassielle, calm down... yeah, he was here, but--... no, he just--... I wouldn't do that! Cassie, listen to me... no, just--... nothing! He just dropped--... If you're not going to listen to me, then you shouldn't have answered." She hung up, completely frustrated, and fell into my arms, only to cry more.

"What's wrong?" I questioned as I ran my fingers through her long hair.

"She th-thinks Harry ch-cheated on her w-with me!"

"Why?"

"He kept h-his promise and didn't t-tell Cassie what he was d-doing like he p-promised, and now they're f-fighting and it's all my f-fault!" she sobbed.

I shushed her calmly and whispered, "It's not your fault, babe. They'll work it out, and Harry won't tell Cassie unless absolutely necessary. Okay?" I tried to soothe her, and she slowly calmed down.

Once she stopped sobbing, she looked up at me and said, "Thank you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the meds, but I think I should tell you everything now."

I pressed my lips to the top of her head abd whispered, "I'm all ears."

She nodded, took a deep breath, and started, "I wasn't close to my dad cos he was always working, and he just left one day. I don't know if he's still alive, either... and my mum. We were always close, and I told her everything. One day, she wasn't supposed to have to work, but she was called in, and Bree and I both had a bad feeling about her going... we got a call a few hours later said that she has been shot and killed. I had always had some trouble with controlling my attitude, and I had been on drugs since I could talk, but once my mum died, it all got worse, and I spent 3 months in a mental hospital of sorts. People say you can overcome depression,  but you can't. It's like a blanket. I've been able to push it away for good amounts of time, but when I'm in a bad state, Dmitri, Bree, and Cassie get super protective, like now. They hover over me and I'm never allowed to be alone. None of them know I'm back on my meds, and if they did, they'd jump to conclusions and assume I'm starving myself or cutting again. It sucks to know that they think I'm suicidal, but it kinda makes sense. I haven't cut in a year and a half, and when I starve myself, it's not by choice. I just can't eat without throwing it right back up sometimes. I've always been picked on because I'm short, cos I act like one of the guys when I'm with most people, because I love sports, but I can turn around and be all girly when it comes to fashion. People don't know how to cope with my problems, so they pity me. I absolutely hate it. I wish all the problems would disappear for a while and go bug someone else." She smiled and said, "The only really good thing about my life right now is you."