Your Greatest Mistake

Chapter Twenty Six

Riley's POV

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. I reached for it and pressed the lock button. Why the hell did I have so many Twitter notifications? I put my password in and pressed Twitter. I went to my mentions and was shocked by the amount of tweets I had received over night. I sighed as I began to read them.

'Ugly bitch, you don't deserve our Niall!'

'Has anybody told her how fat she is?'

'Kill yourself whore.'

'Why is Niall wasting his time with that?'

Those were only a few of the things that we're sent to me. The video of Niall singing to me went viral. The hate just kept coming. I just kept receiving horrible tweets and direct messages about how disgusting I was or how everyone hated me and I should kill myself. The boys were finishing up an interview and I was here alone. I had to go home. These tweets were making me sick. I had never gotten so much hate before. I have never cried from the hate before. I went into my bag and searched for something that I hadn't needed in a long time. My blade. I pulled it out and began to slash my arms and stomach. One for stress, two for being told how ugly I am, three for being told to kill myself, four... I don't even know what four was for! All I knew was that I just threw away months of hard work. Months of staying strong. Months of being clean. I picked up my suitcase and started packing my things. I needed to go home. My vision was blurred from the tears. I was shoving things into my bag when I heard the door open. It was the boys.

"Riley!" Niall called as he walked into the room.

He stopped as he saw me packing my things.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

I didn't answer. I felt like I was going to be sick. He began to walk closer to me.

"Riley, what are you doing?" He asked a little more seriously this time.

"I'm going home Niall." I stated.

"What? Why? What did I do?" He frowned.

I held my phone up to his face and watched as his expression changed drastically. I stopped packing and cried as I wrapped my arms around my knees.

"I'm not letting you leave." He said after a few moments of silence.

"Don't Niall." I whispered.

"Don't what?" He asked.

"Don't make this harder than it already is! They are telling me to kill myself Niall!" I shouted.

He lowered his eyes to my uncovered arms and bloody shirt. I felt him tense up.

"Please tell me you didn't." He said.

I looked away and tried to avoid his glare.

"Riley please tell me you didn't do what I think you did!" He shouted.

I stayed quite and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Riley answer me right now! Now!" He yelled.

"Of course I did Niall!" I screamed.

He didn't say anything back to me. He sat down next to me on the floor and closed his eyes. I laid my head down on his legs and closed my eyes. He ran his fingers through my hair. About ten minutes later kissed my on the head and stood up.

"Get dressed." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Just get dressed." He said.

I stood up, expecting him to leave the room. He walked to the door and closed it.

"Aren't you gonna leave?" I asked.

"Nope." He said.

I shook my head and took off my shirt. As I went to grab a clean shirt, he came up from behind me and spun me around. He put his hands on my waist and looked at my arms and stomach. He ran his fingers over the fresh cuts and sighed.

"Please don't start this again. I can't bear to see you hurting. I don't ever want to lose you. It takes one slip to completely fuck up love." He said.

"I know." I said.

He leaned in and kissed me for what seemed like forever. I didn't even care that I had no shirt on.