Dirty Little Secret (niall horan fanfic)

Chapter fifteen

Niall's P.O.V

I woke up to my head pounding, shit I must have drunk a lot to have this hangover and I can't remember last night in detail all I remember is having an argument with (Y/N). I got up and my hand shot straight to my head as I stumbled to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I took of my beer smelling clothes and took a well needed shower to try and sober myself up it half worked but I knew I was going to need a very strong coffee. I quickly finished my shower and got dressed. I went to the kitchen 'fuck out of coffee' I said to myself. I sure as hell ain't driving or walking to the supermarket, I guess Starbucks will have to do. I set off walking to Starbucks.

Your P.O.V

I thanked the person who woke me up and I ran straight to my car I'm absolutely freezing, I put the heating on in the car and dat there until I had warmed up. I checked my phone to see what the time was, it's nearly 9am I knew Starbucks wouldn't be full if people yet so I started the car and made my way there.

I got there and parked. I looked at myself in the mirror, I look a right sate so I made myself more presentable and put my hood up and walked inside and ordered my tea and went to sit right at the back in the corner, I felt as if so I was unnoticeable and that no one could see me. I kept my hood up and pulled one of my sleeves up ever so slightly to see that a tiny bit of blood has seeped through the bandages. I carefully peeled back a bit of the bandage to see the damaged I had caused the night before.

I was completely lost in my own world looking and lightly tracing the cuts, I knew I told brad I would try to stop but everything just got to me, I didn't even realise someone had was sitting behind me. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and looked at it, a message from nail it read 'I'm sorry for what happened last night, come round mine so I can make it up to you? Xx' I didn't bother replying back just yet.

I put my phone on the table and it kept going off, messages, calls, tweets all from him. I let out a loud sigh 'looks like someone's trying to get a hold if you' I heard a unfamiliar voice behind me say. I turned round to face the person and I replied 'don't wanna sound like a bitch but it's got nothing to do with you' I didn't realise that my sleeve was still rolled up. The man put his hands up in defence 'I know it's none of my business and you know you shouldn't really cut it can destroy lives'

I hated it when people said things like that to me and il replied 'how would you know? I don't see any scars on your arms' he let out a sigh 'I know you can't but I have scars no one can see cause their emotional scars' I turned to face him fully 'what do you mean by that?' I probably shouldn't have asked that it's probably really personal. He played with hands for a couple of seconds and then took a deep breath 'my little sister use to do it...then she done it for the last time' he said barely a whisper. A little gasp escaped my mouth 'I'm so sorry I shouldn't have asked' 'it's alright, I need to get going now anyways, see ya' and with that he got up and left.

Niall's P.O.V

I got into Starbucks and got my coffee, thank god there was a seat in the corner at the back. I texted and called (Y/N) and even tweeted her but she didn't answer maybe she wasn't up yet. I can't help but feel like a complete dick she's probably cried herself to sleep. I run my hand through my hair to try and think of a way to show her and tell her how sorry I am. About half an hour to an hour passed, that's when my phone rang and I answered it to (Y/N) 'look baby I'm so sor-' I was cut off by her panicky voice 'Niall help'

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AN: sorry it took me so long to update it and sorry if it's a bit short and crap but I really have tried my best with this.

Who thought they was at the same Starbucks? Why is she sounding so panicky? Hope you like it anyways and hopefully I will have time to update it soon :) x