Taken and Torn [Niam/Narry/Nouis/Ziall]

Chapter 21: End For Everything

(A/N) Hello Everyone! Sorry it's been a while since I last uploaded. And sorry, for this chapter will be uhmm, just a filler. :( Enjoy anyways! :D xx

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Niall’s P.O.V

“Niall! Niall you have to get out of there and eat! You haven’t eaten for 3 days!” Harry screamed as he banged the locked door. “Niall please! Please open this door!”

“Go away!” I snapped at him.

“No Niall! If I have to do this all night, then I will! I’m not letting you skip another meal again!” he insisted.

I groaned. “Fine! We’ll see how long you can take it.”

Suddenly, the banging and yelling stopped and was replaced by talking of two familiar voices. “He’s still not coming out of there?” Zayn asked.

“I’m afraid not. He’s been a little stubborn prick lately.” Harry said aloud, obviously on purpose. I snorted at that.

“Just wait here, I’ll get the key.” Zayn said.

Ugggggh! Why can’t they leave me alone? Can’t they see that I do nothing but bring them bad luck?! Why won’t they just leave me?

I heard a soft knock outside. “Niall, it’s Zayn. I’m giving you one last chance to open this door.”

“What do you do if I don’t?” I challenged.

I heard the rustling of keys and a short rumbling of the door knob and without my consent, the door flew open. “I’d do that.” Zayn finished.

“Oh my God! Niall, look at you! You’ve lost a lot of weight! You look unhealthy a-and…Oh God!” Harry was in hysteria, walking here and there.

“This is not enough for what I did to Liam.” I mumbled. Zayn sat beside me so I scooted farther away from him. “Don’t come near me…you might get hit by a train or something.”

“Niall we’re indoors.” Zayn sighed. “You have to stop blaming yourself! It wasn’t your fault!”

“Yes it is!” I yelled at Zayn. “I should’ve just taken the bullet myself! I deserve to be in a coma, not Liam! That bullet was meant for me and because I’m a fucking coward…I-I...Uggggh!” I clenched my hair in frustration. Tears started flowing from my eyes that were closed shut. I kept punching my head for the hope of blacking out and just die. “I deserve to be dead!” I yelled each word together with a punch.

Zayn pulled me into his arms but I was persistent in trying to kill myself by hemorrhage. “Niall…s-stop!” Zayn struggled In calming me down. “Niall!”

“Get…Get off me! I – I have to kill m-myself!” I screamed. Tears were flooding on my face. Harry was now helping Zayn with restraining me from my attempt suicide but I kept swinging my arms here and there which made the job less convenient for them.

I heard Zayn groan in frustration and he did the best thing he could to stop me – he punched me. I felt the pain surge my entire body, ripping all of my strength away. I looked at Zayn and his face was flushed red. He looked angry but his eyes said otherwise. It was full of regret and pity but he knew he had to be persistent in stopping me.

“Please d-don’t make me do that to you again Niall.” He said sternly, his eyes locked with mine. Harry sat there gobsmacked.

“Oh, you’re stopping me by hurting me? Real helpful Zayn.” I said sarcastically.