Niam One-Shots

Hold On Till May

I recommend to listen to Hold On Till May by Pierce The Veil. I warn that it has one tiny bit of screaming - ONLY TWO WORDS GUYS! But yeah. Hope you enjoy!

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Liam Payne loves Niall Horan.

It pained him to see the dyed blonde haired boy like this. Depressed.

They never talked. No one talked to Niall. But Liam knew everything about him. He knew his middle name and realized it was his own middle name as well. Liam knew Niall loved food - yet he'd rarely see the boy take more than three bites-. He knew Niall loved nature - as weird as it did sound -. He knew Niall was bullied. He knew Niall wanted to be a singer. He knew Niall hated himself.

Liam knew Niall was diagnosed with anorexia and manic depression.

Liam knew everything no one knew about him. Liam truly did love Niall deeply.

He just kept it a secret.

It wasn't that their school hated LGBT's, not at all. Liam's friends, Harry and Louis were completely accepted and loved by everyone. It was just that Liam was simply scared. He was your typical punk-jock. He didn't want to ruin his reputation and go soft. Especially on someone like Niall.

Niall Horan was bullied simply because he was an easy target. It wasn't because he was gay. He was hated because he was weak. Easily hurt. His main insecurity was his weight. The mirror would show a fat and ugly dyed hair boy. When in reality he weighed 103 pounds. Niall found himself disgusting. So he vomited his food to the point where he was 96 pounds. Very unhealthy for an 18 year old boy.

Niall was deathly skinny, his ribcage jutting against his skin, and his wrist bones popping out. There was a gap between his thighs, unhealthy for a boy his age.

Scars littered over his body, words and lines marked his skin.

His family didn't seem to care. They thought Niall was just skinny and weak. Sometimes they'd make fun of him for it, but most of the time they acted like he didn't exist. That hurt him more than anything.

His depression and bipolar haunted him. His mood swings would only be depressed or anxious, though. Never angry. Niall wanted his parents to notice him, but his mind told him they didn't love him. Niall had no one.

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It was Wednesday when Liam saw Niall running into the bathroom. Liam was skipping class again when he saw the deathly pale, thin boy run in the bathroom. He looked around to see no one, and quietly followed him.

Heart wrenching sobs rang in Liam's ears, making his stomach twist and turn.

The sight broke his heart.

There Niall was, on the bathroom corner on the floor with a blade in his hand making fresh new cuts on his wrist. Tears stained his cheeks, his face red and splotchy.

Liam sprinted to the boy and snatched the blade from his hand. Niall was horrified to see the actual Liam Payne.

No, he's gonna hurt me, Niall thought.

Liam wrapped his strong arms around Niall, careful with the bloody arm. Niall sobbed into Liam's neck while beating his small - unhurt - fist against the older boy's muscular chest.

"Shh, love, calm down, calm down, babe, ok?" Liam cooed and held Niall close to him, much to the latter's dismay.

"Let me go! Let me go!" the thin lad snapped and pushed Liam away. He ran to the sink and washed off his arm, wincing slightly.