Make Me Break (n.h. + h.s.)(Punk!Niall)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

 They were talking about me...

I know that they are.... They just don't know that I can hear them.

I can hear every single word that's coming out of their stupid mouths. 

Harry was here, his voice was in hushed whispers however...

He didn't come alone, and if I was hearing things correctly he'd brought along his spawn. 

Does that sound mean?

I don't care anymore.

What's the point of caring? 

There isn't one. 

The white walls of the hospital room were hard to focus on, instead I turned my attention to the small glass of water on the table. I watched how the water droplets glided down the side of it... filled with so much grace, but once it reached to bottom it splattered onto the tray. Maybe that's how life is....

A drop of water, reaching the end of the glass...

"Niall?" Liam's voice sounded through my thoughts, but I didn't look up at him. Instead I kept my eyes locked on the glass of water. 

"Niall... Please don't shut me out... Tell me what's going on inside that little head of yours."

"It's not worth your time Liam, nor am I. Please just leave me alone."

"That seems to be my mistake Niall, I leave you alone too often."

"Just go Liam."

"Not until I know you're going to be okay."

"Liam... I want to talk to him." I looked towards that voice, almost like a deer sensing the hunter in the forest. Harry stood in the doorway, a small little girl holding onto his neck. She had blonde curls, and I swear I'd seen those eyes before. She looked nothing like Harry, but she did look like Grace... except for those eyes. 

"I don't think that's the right thing to do Harry..."

"Well what you're doing right now isn't working right now."

"Har-"

"Let me fucking talk to him Liam. Take Lizzie." Harry practically threw the little girl into Liam's arms, and she gave a slight squeak in surprise. Liam stood there for a good few seconds before he did what Harry said, leaving the small hospital room. Harry grabbed one of the many chairs that littered the room, tossing it to the side of the bed. I didn't look at Harry, still finding the cup of water interesting. 

"I know I'm the last person you want to talk to, but frankly Niall, I don't give a flying fuck. I'm sick of you ignoring everything I have to say to you, and now I'm going to make my point clear. Do you understand me?" Once again, I still found it easier to focus on the cup of water. 

"The silent treatment? You know what, I'm still going to talk. You're going to fucking listen to me, and I don't care if you interrupt me. I'm not going to let you ignore me. So fucking listen to me." Again, I refused to respond, I was listening full well.

"Do you understand what you are doing? Do you fucking understand that you are slowly killing yourself? Do you understand that by slowly killing yourself, you're hurting those around you.You're hurting me." I let out a scoff at that.

"So I caught your attention now? Does that make you feel happy Niall? That you're hurting me? Are you seeing this as payback for what I did? If so fucking knock it off! There are better ways to get back at me than this."

"I'm not trying to get back at you. I'm just helping the world by doing this. They don't want me here anymore. So why don't I just get ride of myself? Do the world a mother fucking favor and just end everything." 

"Because I don't want to lose you! I can't lose you!"

"When are you finally going to give up?! When are you finally going to realize I don't fucking want to live anymore?!"

"The second you realize that you do Niall! I love you more than anything else in this world, and watching you fall apart more and more every day is killing me. I love you! Why can't you accept that you are loved?"

"Because I don't love myself. You can't love me because I am nothing. I was never anything. I'm just an empty broken shell, and finally I have shattered thanks to you."

"Then let me be the glue to fix you..."

"It's gonna take a hell of a lot more than just glue." 

"Then I'll use a fucking staple gun. I'm going to fix you Niall."

"Stop saying things that are impossible! I can't be fucking fixed. I'm gone beyond repair, and I think it's about fucking time that you realize this too."

"I'm never giving up on you Niall."

"Give up on me anyways, you already have."

"No... I never gave up."

"The spawn is leaving proof that you did though." Harry's eyes turned into a glare, but I didn't regret my words. That thing outside was what took my Harry away from me. 

"Don't you ever call her that again. Do you hear me Niall?!" Harry's voice was filled with anger, but I had no regrets. Let him be angry for all I care.

"That's what she is! She's the fucking reason why you left, so let me call her what the fuck I want to call her. I can't believe you fucked someone else while we were together. I thought you had more morals than that." 

"You can call me any name you want, I don't fucking care, but say one more negative word about Lizzie again, I swear I'll make you regret it."

"What are you going to do Harry? Beat me up? Or how about this, why don't you fucking break me! Make me break Harold, I fucking dare you." 

"How can I break something that's already broken Niall? Cause that's the thing Niall... You're already broken, you just refuse to let anyone fix you. Maybe you're right though... Maybe I should give up on you." 

"Do it then! See if I fucking care!"

"When everyone stops caring Niall, you'll start to realize just how much you really do care. You've won, and I'm done. Good luck with this whole "I'm broken someone fix me" thing you got going on. It only works as long as let someone actually fix you." 

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Hopefully this didn't make any of you hate Harry again... I mean you do need to take in his side too... He's trying to help Niall, but Niall's being a little shit and keeps refusing the help... He's gonna give up eventually. 

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