Behind Closed Doors *Narry*

Chapter 9

Drip, Drip, Drip

The sound is excruciatingly loud as it echoes through the empty house. Its almost cripling as Niall listens, tries to hear above it but just can't. He knows theres no one else in the house but he listens for a sound anyway, somewhere deep inside hoping that they're down the hall or up the stairs. Praying they'll barge in and demand an explanation.

But the rest of him is relieved. He smiles a little because he knows, it's time. He knows his mum and dad aren't gonna come home anytime soon and his brother is too preoccupied with his sexual endeavors to come home early. So he's alone. Which for the most part, was stupid on his parents.

He's standing in the washroom, completely forgotten about locking the door and stares at himself in the mirror above the sink. He stares at himself. Picking and prodding all the things wrong with what he sees, screaming at himself on the inside for being so flawed.

He sees himself holding the bottle of pills in his left hand and lets out a loud sob, it blocks out the sound of the drip, drip, drip. But only for a moment before he's hearing it again and louder than before.

He can't help smile a little over the tears cascading down his splotchy red cheeks and trembling lips. He likes the idea of the pain going away, really, he's excited about it. But still a part of him is scared, scared of what happens after. Is that it? Will he be remembered after this? Will anyone really care?

And the biggest question of them all; What happens after death?

It doesn't stop him though, honestly it just intrigues him, gives him more of a reason to swallow those 25 or somewhat pills and then silently sob as he slits his wrists.

Then it goes dark.

It's really weird after that, because he thinks this has happened before. No, he knows this has happened before because he remembers it so clearly but what happens after is no where in his memory and he's terrified. It's worse of an outcome than being nothing. Than having no Heaven and Hell, no God.

He has, sort of, an out of body experience. He watches as his family, his best friend, and a doctor crowd around a hospital bed and watch the body beneath the covers. He realizes quickly that it's him they're watching but he doesn't understand right away because he's standing behind them.

He watches dumbfounded as the doctor tells the Horan family that theres nothing they could have done, nothing they wanted to do. He stares as his brother laughs, truthfully laughs, and points at his brother's dead body and yells,

"Finally! Good ridance you burden!" His mother and father join in on the laughter.

"He never was good at anything, was he?" His mother says chuckling. His father shakes his head holding his stomach.

"No, he never was! He only ever burdened us with his problems. What a shame it took so long for this to happen, though," he merely stares at his father as he waves his dead body off, turning his back on him.

"I'm glad he's dead," his best friend finally speaks. Her red hair falls down her back graciously as she shakes her head. He thinks it hurts the most coming from his best friend. She was supposed to understand, to accept him. But even she wanted him dead.

She turns towards him, not the him in the bed but the real him, and smiles from ear to ear. And she laughs.

"Niall! Jesus Christ you're hurting yourself!" Is the next thing he hears as he feels himself being pulled into consciousness. He feels his head thrashing harshly from side to side and he feels his nails piercing his upper arms viciously. 

He screams, eyes widening and sits bolt upright. He's not thinking of the now he's thinking of the past, of his dream and he starts crying. Sobs racking his body as he feels the scream die down.

"Niall?" He hears someone whisper but he ignores it as he covers his face. He hears the harsh laughter of his brother ringing in his ears and decides to instead block his ears.

"Shut up," he whispers to himself.

"Niall whats wrong?" It sounds awfully like Louis and he starts to shake, because not only does he think he's completely worthless, the boys have caught him in one of his nightmare caused mental break downs.

"S-sorry," he says almost inaudibly.

"Its okay, Niall. Tell us what's wrong?"

He peaks through the cracks between his fingers to come face to face with Louis whos crouched down beside the bed and peering at Niall worriedly.

"I... just had... a nightmare, Lou," He says dropping his hands down into his lap. Louis lays his hand atop his and looks at him, head tilted and eyes round with concern. He can tell by the look on his face he knows he's lying. But really he's not lying all that much.

"Really? About what?" Zayn inquires.

"N-n-nothing worth dwelling over," he chuckles trying to lighten the mood, drying his tear stricken cheeks.

"Ni," Liam says looking down on him.

"Really! I was just dreaming about like being chased by like these really big spiders and I was stuck in this cave with bears and then the spiders got me and I was being eaten and it just felt so real!"

Zayn, Liam and Louis laugh so he laughs with them because wow that was easy.

"You are one weirdo, Nialler!" Zayn shouts punching his shoulder lightly.

Louis slaps his hand and lifts himself, "Well now that you're awake lets go watch some tele, I'm sure there's a game on somewhere!"

Liam, Louis and Zayn all shuffle out towards the television talking loudly, leaving Harry and Niall behind.

Niall smiles big up at him, legs still restricted under the comforters. Harry merely stares blankly at him, eyes narrowed and arms crossed.

SO yeah, again sorry that sucked so much :s and sorry its short! I just thought I'd post before Christmas. I'll post real soon promise,

And by the way sorry about not having a lot of Narry so far but I promise there's lots to come! It's only the beginning of the story after all!

Okay anyway,

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