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Chapter Eleven
NIALLS POV
Dimmit, I thought those pills where in here? I've put them into this drawer so Sarah would never find them. But they're gone...
"SARAAAHH" I yell as I walk over to her room, knocking on her door.
"Come in" she says as I open the door.
"Can you please be honest with me"
"Yeah, sure. Anything wrong?"
"Did you steal the pills?"
"No, I did not"
"Sure?"
"Yes Niall, I did not take one sneaky, or steel them or anything"
I never mentioned her taking one, I just asked if she took them out of my drawer. She promised that if she really needed one she'd ask and I would, maybe, give her one, but I can't believe she just took one, or even more.
"Alright then..." I say and walk out of her room.
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SARAHS POV
He can't know I grabbed one... Or two... Alright I got five, as a sort of back up when I need it. I only took one, and I am saving the others for when I feel like crap. I took them two days ago, and it wasn't until now that he noticed. For all I know did lay the plastic bag back into the drawer, so they must be in there.
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NIALLS POV
Urgh, I can't believe she does this to me, again. The first time she lied was about her mom hitting her, then about those pills and now again. I know she is scared because of what happened with her mom last week, but I also know she took one a couple of days before that. I can't seem to help her stop taking them. I have to find some other way to help her because I really want to, but right now I just don't know how. Maybe we can talk, so we can both decided how we're going to do this.
"Sarah, can you come over here please?" I say as I sit down on the couch.
"Coming" she says as she jogs towards me and sits down.
"We have to talk about something"
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SARAHS POV
"We have to talk about something" Niall tells me when I sat down on the couch.
Oh god, this is going to be either really serious or absolutely bullshit talk. Maybe he knows about me taking those pills, and wants to talk about it. Or maybe he is finally going to tell me about that girl on his background.
“What’s up?” I ask Niall looking into his, still very beautiful, eyes.
“Those pill, that’s what’s up”
“What’s with them?”
“I know you’ve got them. You were all stressed out and suddenly you aren’t anymore” Niall tells me.
“Uhm.. I-… Niall”
“Sarah I think you should consider rehab. It would be so much better for you”
“So you want me gone?”
“No that’s not it. I absolutely love it now you’re here living with me. But I don’t know if I can help you any longer”
“Niall, common. Rehab is like prison”
“No it won’t be. You don’t have to be there long because you aren’t as addicted as you used to be, but I can’t help you anymore, how much I want to, I just can’t” Niall says with a serious look on his face.
To me, rehab sounds like prison. I always imagine it like you get locked up in a room for an amount of time and that you can get out when you stop feeling like you need drugs, or alcohol. I know it’s probably not like that, but it scares the shit out of me.
“There must be some other option, I really don’t want to go to rehab, please Niall”
“Sarah, stop being so selfish. You have no idea how hard this is for me. I can’t help you any more, it feels like I’m failing because you still need those fucking pills. I did my best to stop you from taking them, but somehow you still need them. I failed. You have no idea how hard is it, to not be able to help someone you care so much about. If you would even care one percent about me, you would go, only for me. I feel like I need to help you while I can’t. They can help you, much better than I can so please, just do it for me?” Niall says mad and almost crying, which kind of scares me. “I’ll help you find a good and nice place and I will visit you anytime I can”
“Would you really do that?”
“Yes, I would. And I’ll bring the boys and we will help you get through this”
“Alright then” I tell Niall, who sort of convinces me by getting mad at me, “thank you”
“No problem” Niall says as he pulls me into a hug.
Damn, he smells so good, and his hugs are so nice. Niall has been so sweet to me, ever since I’ve known him. He is literally the best thing I could ever wish for. I’m defiantly going to miss him when I’m in rehab. I know it’s going to be hard, but he will be right here when I’m getting out of there… unless he is on tour or anything. Oh well, as long as I get to see him I’m fine.
AN:
Hi, did you add+vote+read FMP? NO WHAT OH MY GAWD, GO AND ADD+VOTE+READ IT!
back to my story.
i hate updating short chapter bc they're so short. oh well, got my Ed tickets, i guess i think it's a bit vague, but i think it worked out fine.
I am so done with school, like seriously. It's not like i choose to be dyslectic, it isn't that hard to take account of people with dyslexia urgh.
Oh well, still got my weird ass stories where i can sort of escape from reality, or whatever you want to call it. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, sorry it was so short.
bye ~<]:DK
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