Ziall-One Shots

I Understand You

Prompt from desireej15 on wattpad- AU high school or collage. Niall was always different (you know like something is wrong in his head). but nobody could figure out why. you can decide if he's picked on and stuff. It'd mean a lot if you read this and maybe wrote it? thank you :)

All information on Bipolar I got online

Niall's Pov:

Just because I have mental disorder does it give people the right to look down on me? Treat me differently? Act different around me? Does it mean I don't belong in this world anymore? Does it mean I can no longer do things that other people can do? Does it mean I'm a disease, A disease you can catch if you come near me? According to alot of people the answer to all those questions is yes. A year and a half ago was a scary and dark part of my life, I began feeling strange, I began behaving differently, My behaviour became reckless and dangerous. My parents were worried so they took me to see a doctor, It was then that I was diagnosed with Bipolar to some people it's known as a sort of depression, You go to a dark place inside your mind, A dark place that nobody understands, That nobody can help. Bipolar causes serious changes in the mood, One minute I could be happy, The next an emotional wreck. It causes behaviour to spiral out of control, You start doing things you wouldn't normally do, If your not on your medication it's basically a path to self destruct, When not on your medication it becomes hard for you to function normally day to day.

Bipolar affects people in different ways. Each persons behaviour is different, There are four types of mood episodes as they call them in leaflets and information online, The mood episodes are, Mania, Hypomania, Depression and mixed episodes. I suffer with depression, Along with unpredictable mood swings, I feel restless and anxious, I find it hard to sleep at night. I struggled with it for so long until I began medication, When I started on that things kind of went back to normal, I felt normal, As long as I stay on my medication I'll be ok, Some people just don't understand that. People bully me, They call me a freak, They shove me around they act like you can catch bipolar, They make me feel even more worthless about myself, I can't control what I am, I can't change what's happened to me.

"Looks there's the freak"

"Don't get to close to him he'll infect you"

"Eww freak boy"

"Better keep away from him he's fucked up"

"He dosen't even belong in this world"

"Oi freak boy you taken your medicine today" I kept my head down as I walked through the school hallways, You get used to all the harsh words, You get used to people pushing you around.

"Say something freak boy" One of the popular kids spat as they shoved me against the lockers, I said nothing.

"Come on freak boy" 

"Just leave me alone" I mumbled. 

"You can speak, I see the medication hasn't fucked with your brain, Oh wait you need it so you can't do that, How does it feel being able to fuck with yourself"

"That dosen't even make sense" I said, The boy laughed before shoving me against the lockers, I sighed.

"Where's his medication, Maybe we should make him take them all one after the other" My eyes widened.

"Get away from him" A voice echoed off the school walls, I quickly looked up to see Zayn stood there, Everyone had wide eyes, Zayn was the quiet mysterious one in school, Nobody knew anything about him, Nobody spoke to him, But everyone feared him. "Get off him now, You got till the count of five otherwise they'll be trouble" Zayn said calmly. "1, 2, 3" The boys grasp on me loosened and he let go of me. "Niall come here" Zayn spoke his eye contact with the football player still going strong, I quickly rushed over to him. "All of you leave him alone, Understand that?" Zayn stated, Everyone quickly nodded, Zayn then took hold of my hand and pulled me from the crowd, We slowly walked outside.

"Erm thanks Zayn" I mumbled, Zayn nodded.

"Don't mention it" He replied as he sat down on the ground. "Sit down" He said, I did so straight away, Things were silent for a moment. 

"Why'd you do it? Why'd you help me?" I questioned, Zayn looked up at me.

"People don't understand what it's like to struggle with something you can't escape" Zayn said, I raised my eyebrow.

"What're you saying?" I asked.

"I'm saying I understand you" 

"What? You have a mental problem to?" I commented, Zayn chuckled.

"Nah, What do you see when you look at me Niall?" Zayn asked.

"A normal person that everyones scared of?" I replied.

"And when I look at you I see a normal person that everyone judges, People are scared of me because I have tattoos, I smoke but they don't know me, If they did they'd know I'm not this badboy, I'm somebody who needs a friend, I'm just like you" Zayn explained, I inhaled deeply as Zayn rolled up his sleeves to reveal scars on his arm. 

"People judge by what they see or what they hear, They've done it with me and they've done it with you, I can see past things, And I understand you, We need eachothers support and help" Zayn said, I nodded my head in agreement, It felt nice having someone who understood someone who wasn't judging me because of my bipolar. 

"We'll support eachother" I stated, And we did, Zayn helped me, And I helped him, Having someone who understands you makes dealing with hard things a little easier.