Whoops (a Niall Horan Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

a little quick authors note

okay so my unbiological sister Julie (aka harry_styless20) was typing her fanfic on her phone and (she types it on her notes app) and she deleted it by accident and she told me that and I told her that I was laughing and she said; "bish if you were here right now I would slap you with my period pad"

SORRY FOR THE TIME LAPSE ITS A LITTLE ONE OH AND BTW THIS CHAPTER HAS SELF HARM AND BEING ANOREXIC AND BULIEMIC IN IT SO IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE READING ABOUT THAT PLEASE DONT READ THIS

*a month later*

HARRY'S POV

*they are back in London from the tour*

We were all playing football (soccer) out in the yard. Julie was getting competitive, since she loved playing it when she was younger. The teams were; Me, Niall, and Zayn. Brianna said that she wanted to face Niall, and Julie wanted to face me. So the other team was Julie, Brianna, Liam and Louis.

Zayn was the goalie for our team and Louis was the other goalie. Julie was really good, and Brianna was surprisingly good too. Julie ran up the ball, and was just about to score when Zayn caught the ball.

"AH screw you Zayn."

The game ended up in a tie, 8-8. We were all muddy, for it had rained a lot. Brianna had slipped, being the klutz that she is, and she had mud all up her leg. 

"Dibs shower first!" She yelled and ran into the house

"Don't bring your dirty shoes in the house!" Liam yelled at Brianna.

She threw her shoes at him, and ran into the bathroom.  

BRIANNA'S POV

I ran into the bathroom, and turned on the hot water. The water felt so good. I stood there. I washed my hair, and my body. I started to shave, and then I took the razor, and I remembered all of the hate comments.

Your ugly!

Your fat!

Worthless!

Not worth Niall's time.

Niall deserves someone better!

I took the razor, and pressed it to my skin. Not my wrist, that's too noticeable. I did it on my thigh, and the sides of my stomach. It was dangerous to do it on my stomach, but so what.

*knock knock knock*

I was cutting my thigh when somebody knocked on the door, and the razor sliced my leg longer.

"Brianna you've been in there for 15 minutes. My turn!" Julie said.

"Okay!"

I looked down, and the blood was dripping from my legs and stomach. It was going down the drain. Good. No liquid evidence.

Crap. What am I going to clean up the blood from my legs without there being any evidence? Toliet paper. I cleaned it up, flushed it down the toilet, and walked out with my towel on to Niall's room to get dressed. I put on some of Niall's sweatpants and a baggy shirt with my bra underneath.

"I'm making today a lazy day, so deal with it." I said while walking into the room with the boys.

I sat down next to Niall, and he put his arm around my waist right where I cut. I winced. Louis noticed it, but didn't say anything.

Julie came in wearing the same thing as me. Sweatpants and a baggy shirt.

"Twinning!" She said

And then she sat on me.