Zayns p.o.v
I watched as harry gripped Nialls hand tightly i had nothing agaist Niall i just wanted to keep harry safe its happened with him before he fell in love and then the boy left and broke his heart i was only protecting him he's my best mate.
"C'mon lets get to art as i guess you guys have a simalar time table." I directed at Harry as they both stood up. "year we do." Harry replied i watched as Niall let go of harrys hand and put it in pocket I addmite yeah there is something different about Niall he seems troubled i should ask him about it.
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Niall got put next to me in art what fun! we were doing partner painting. "Niall, you've got to take your jacket off." i told him remebering mine his eyes widened.
"do i have to?" he asked.
"we'er not really meant to have them on when we paint." i shook my head he sighed and removed it really fast and grabbed a paint brush. Alough he was really quick i saw the cuts and scars up his arm i grabbed his wrist and flinched. "i'm sorry for being so hard on you, it's just harry's my best mate and i don't need him being hurt again." i told him he nodded and pulled away from my grip and started painting i sighed and helped, this was going to be a long year i really did hope we got threw this i mean i was hoping to propose to perrie at the end of our graduation as i really did love the girl to pieces, i just hope harry finds happyness....
Nialls p.o.v
At the end of the day i left without meeting harry i know we were suppsosed to meet but i really didn't want to i just wanted to be alone i was dreading going home to mum and dad as i had a feeling i was going to get a tiny beating i always did even when i didn't do anything wrong i slowly opened the front door i walked a couple of steps into the house. "NIALL YOU PRICK." my mum shouted i flinched as she came storming down the stairs as soon as she reached me she slapped me hard across the face. Tears pricking my eyes as it took all my force not to cry. "why couldn't you be like Greg but no you have to be a screw up!" she shouted pushing me hard i stumbled and fell and fell to the floor hitting my head. she walked off mumbling to herself i lifted myself up steading myself as my vision went blurry i made my way upstairs into my bedroom tears streaming down my face as i picked up a razor blade up and cut screw up in my arm i watched as the blood poured down my arm i slid down the wsll just for getting everything, i really did wish i was dead i let my thoughts takebover in a deep sleep.
