You Save Me - Niall Horan FanFic (Sequel to If I'm Louder)

Chapter 25 - Confession

This is what I mean. Those damned paparazzis. I can't stand them. They envade peoples lives and steal information that people may not want them to know. And not to mention, if they don't have a story, they make one up. They pollute people's lives with rumors and lies and ruin people's reputation.

"Fuck!" Niall swears, snarling.

"Niall, calm down," I rub his back, trying to stop him from punching the wall again.

"Calm down? Calm down! How can I calm down?! Aren't you worried?!" he yells, turning to me with bloody knuckles.

"Niall, I am. I'm furious. This is why I don't like media, but I don't want you to hurt yourself. Just take a deep breathe," I tell him softly.

He sighs. He takes a deep breath before letting it out shakily. He nods, "Okay... Jesus, what are we going to do?"

He plops down in a chair as tears prick his eyes. He stares at his hands.

"Management will be mad, right?" He nods, looking up at me. "Then tell management to sue the company who lets the story out and then everyone will think it was a rumor."

"No. They have evidence. They caught it on tape. And I've been acting weird. It's too late." He holds his head in his hands, shaking his head slightly. His elbows on his knees.

"It's gonna be fine, Ni, I promise." I reach over and pet his hair.

"How? How the hell can you even think that?" Niall croaks, looking at me. A hard look on his face. His bitter frown mad me cringe slightly.

"Niall, if your fans were really 'fans' then this wouldn't change that. They'd just be a bit worried. The only way you can make this better is by admitting it to them. Do a Twitcam. Say that you were really depressed and that the whole break up thing made you believe that it was your fault and that you wanted to make yourself feel physical pain and that you'll never do it again. Tell them that it's not okay to do it just because you did. Tell them that nothing they do could ever be so bad that they have to cut themselves. Tell them you're better," I tell him. He smiles softly at me, "and do it before the paparazzis can."

He nods and stands up. "Okay, c'mon." He takes me by the hand and leads me back inside. I sit on his bed, leaning against the pillows as he sets up laptop. He tweets about the Twitcam. He joins me just as he begins it.

"Hi guys! This is my first Twitcam, I'm so excited!" I squeal causing Niall to laugh. He smiles at me, a twinkle in his eyes.

I look at him expectingly, but he shifts nervously.

"Niall, are you going to be able to do this?" I ask, rubbing his back comfortingly.

"Yeah, I just..." he lets out a deep breath, "I'm a bit scared," he confesses.

There were comments coming in, asking what was wrong with Nialler.

I smile and lean over to kiss his cheek. "You can do this. I know you can."

He sighs, pushing his sleeves up. He looks at the camera. "I have a.... a confession to make," before he shows his wrists to the camera.

And a gasp louder than the breaking of the Wall of China could be heard all around the world.