Moments are better left in the past...

Chapter Tři

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A few people wish for me to update this, so I need to put up an alarm or something D: I also know that Niall has a step dad but for this time Ima call him his dad.

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Niall's P.O.V:

I don't feel sane anymore, you know when you slip deep into thought? It's like that only self-hate, I do so want to pick up a blade and drag it across my skin.. But I need to keep it together.

BUZZ

BUZZ

I looked down, to see that I had a text. I sighed, I'll be surprised if this isn't one of my Band "mates".

Niall,

Hey sweetheart, I haven't seen you in a while, me and your father are getting worried :( please come visit us ASAP honey. Oh and we've had a text off Liam saying-

I put the phone down at this point, I don't want to know. They all hate me. The last text from Louis proved it.. I can't take this anymore. The tears streamed down my face, I screamed inside and picked up the blade and pressed it against the skin of my wrist.

"Hey Niall, what do you.." John stared silently at me. He put his face in his hands and shook his head.

"Niall... I thought we'd stopped this.." He took away his hands. A lone tear dropped off his cheek and splattered on the floor boards. I shook my head and drew the blade hard across my wrist, instead of tears blood dripped to the floor.

"NIALL!" He ran across the room and took the blade from my hand. I started screaming, this wasn't fair, someone can't take away the only thing that's keeping me sane. It's just not how it's done.

"I'm so sorry Niall" He hit me over the head and darkness invited me into it's embrace.

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I awoke with a pounding head and what felt like a hollow wrist. I turned over and found that my hand was in front of my face. I looked father down and a pale white fabric surrounded the length of my wrist. I exhaled and ran my hand through my hair. I looked up and found that John was sitting in a chair sleeping. He must have been watching me, keeping an eye on me more like. I threw the cover off of me and sat up groaning, my head's on fire, I swear down. I tried desperately not to make a noise as I crossed the wooden floor. But to no avail, I even managed to fall over... On my head.

"OW." I squeaked hoping not to wake John. I looked over at him to find him drooling over his shoulder Lovely just lovely. He stayed sleeping and I got up with a moan of pain, this is so unfair; I'm so unlucky, it's unbelievable. I trudged out of the room and down the stairs. My room was straight at the end of the landing, by the stairs. I tripped and stumbled down the stairs and had to cling onto the little knobbly thing at the end of the stairs. To stop myself from falling over. It had little effect, still I managed to stay upright and not faceplant the floor, for a second time. Walking into the kitchen I started up the kettle, it still had half a litre of water in it. The milk in the fridge wasn't out of date for another 24 hours.

Standing in the lounge looking out of the floor length windows, at the grey treacherous skies. Have you ever lain awake at night, wanting things to be different? Oh so different.. Tears began to fall down my face as I shook with sobs. Never had it hurt this much. I still miss him, I turned on Ke$ha, last goodbye and bought my knees up to my chest. This isn't fair.

"I never get a happy ending!" I screamed, this would have woken John. I don't care. This empty numbness is too much to bear. I can't take this anymore...

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Liam's P.O.V:

It's been.. I don't know how long it's been since Niall went away. I guess you just loose count of the days when something destroys you like this. Harry and Louis have moved out of the main house and are living in their own apartment; good riddance. I know I shouldn't say things like that about my band mates but.. Are we a band anymore? I think that we'll probably all pursue solo careers. Good luck with that.

I looked over to my right to see that my beautiful raven haired boy had fallen asleep... And was drooling all over my shoulder. I cringed. Guess you gotta go through things like this when you're in a relationship.. Which was another thing. mine and Zayn's relationship was starting to fall apart, crumbling like pastries. He thought that I was in love with Niall. I wasn't. But Niall was (is) my best friend. I know that when you're with someone that they're mean to be your best friend. But Zayn's not. I wish Zayn could (would) understand how I feel. Hollow and sad. So very sad.

Getting up I lay Zayn down on the cushion I'd just been leaning on. We both knew that our careers as singers, were most likely over. So we'd talked about getting jobs. I'd like to work in mechanics or construction. Zayn hadn't told me what he'd like to go work in.. But at the same time. I wanted to start a family.

Tears started to make their way down my face, as I turned on Pompeii by Bastille. I hate this, I hate what its doing to the whole One Direction thing. I miss us, the whole band, you know? Thoughts, like people, ran through my head screaming at me. What are the fans gonna think? What is management gonna do to us? How are we gonna fix this?.. I suppose all this'll come to us in time.

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Hey guys sorry for the short chapter I wrote this over 3 days, so the moods in this chapter have gone loopdy loop, sorry :/ you'll have to let me know if you want me to update more (: xxx