*Nikita's P.O.V.*
Tomorrow I have to go back to school and I'm nervous. I know people are going to be talking about me and I know I shouldn't care what they say, but I can't help it. I don't like it when people talk about me behind my back.
Luckily, I was in the hospital over winter holiday, so I don't have to worry about catching up on my homework.
I was lying on my bed, getting more nervous about school by the minute when Niall text me.
Niall: Hey
Nikita: Hey
Niall: What are you doing?
Nikita: Nothing, what about you?
Niall: I'm not doing anything either. Wanna come over?
Nikita: Sure
Niall: Great, I'll see you in a few minutes.
I walked downstairs and saw Harry and Gemma were sitting on the couch watching tv.
"I'm going to go hang out with Niall" I told them.
"Will you be back before Mum comes home from work?" Gemma asked.
"Probably"
"Do you need a ride?" Harry asked.
"No, I think I'm gonna walk. I could use some fresh air" I said, tying my shoes. "I'll see you guys later"
"See ya later" they replied before I left the house.
I started walking in the direction of Niall's house. Usually when I walk to Niall's house I walk slowly, but for some reason I walked faster today. I couldn't tell if it was a result of my nerves or the biting wind.
I walked up to his front door, ringing the doorbell. His mum answered the door, looking like she was about to go run errands.
"Hello, Nikita" she greeted.
"Hi, Mrs. Horan, Niall invited me over"
"He's in his room" she told me, grabbing her purse and car keys.
I thanked her and walked up the stairs and down the hall to Niall's room. Without thinking, I opened the door.
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed.
"Don't you knock?!" He retorted, annoyed.
"What the hell are those?" I asked, referring to the cuts on his thighs. He put his jeans on and threw on a shirt before responding.
"You got here quickly, I thought I'd have time to get dressed. I also thought you'd knock" he chuckled nervously.
"Don't avoid the question, Niall. Why are there so many cuts on your thighs? Do you cut yourself?"
"Yes" he sighed, looking ashamed, not making eye contact with me.
"That's why you winced when I sat on your lap a few weeks ago and I thought it was because I was fat"
"Fucking bulimia" he said under his breath. "How the fuck do you think you're fat?"
"Don't change the subject. Where do you keep your razor blades?"
He walked around his room, collecting all of the razor blades he had stashed around his room.
He walked up to me, holding his hand out. I grabbed the blades from his hand and started to walk towards his en suite.
"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, following me, sounding kind of nervous.
He entered the en suite as I flushed his razor blades down the toilet.
"Why would you do that?!" He asked, pissed off.
"You shouldn't hurt yourself"
"That's not for you to decide!"
"If I have to stop hurting myself, then you should too"
"That's different!" He retorted.
"Why do you do it?"
"None of your fucking business!"
"Niall, I'm trying to help"
"I don't want your help! Not that you're in any position to help me, you can't even manage to eat a meal and keep it down!"
I stormed out of his room, leaving the mansion.
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(A/N)
I love Sweet Creature and Slow Hands!
By the way, Niall's parents are still together in this story.
💋 -TVo
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