**NIALLS POV**
I watched the beautiful color gush down my arm as I held my head up in defeat, leaving, again, another lash on my wrist. I looked down and shook my head, talking off my clothes carefully so I didn't get blood on them. I stepped into the tub, turning the cold metal towards the red line that reminded me of my fresh scars. I shook my head again and rinsed off the blood, feeling a strange feeling. I found my new pain reliever that no one can know about. I watched as the watery red liquid drained through the shiny drain. While washing my hair with shampoo and conditioner I felt dull. No emotion except a deep sadness. A sadness that glazed over everything. I felt the sudden change a bit comfortable. I don't know. The pain, it kills me, but also comforts me.
A loud knock came from the door, nearly causing me to slip on me arse. I rushed out grabbing a towel and holding my arm behind my back, whimpering at every step I took through the crunching glass, not caring about the deep cuts that were appearing beneath my feet. I could feel the shards stuck in my foot, but once again, not caring. I opened the door to a Harry with a frantic look plastered on his face.
"I heard glass breaking! What-" He stopped and looked over my shoulder seeing the glass and splotches of blood puddles on the ground.
"My God, Niall! Are you okay?! Come here!" He said pulling me by my arm that was pulled behind my back. His hand slipped down to my wrist making me wince from the pressure he was adding to my cuts. He sat me on the bed and bent down in front of me.
"Hold up your right foot." He said. I kicked up my right foot, sliding my arm behind my back.
"Jesus..." He mumbled then called over his shoulder towards the door,
"Louis! Niall's injured himself! I need you to help me!" And within a few seconds Louis was in the doorway slamming the door behind him and locking it.
Did I mention I fixed my door? Uh well doesn't matter.
"What happened?" He knitted his brows together. Harry looked up at me from his spot, obviously wondering the same.
I looked at my brown soft carpet and sighed figuring they won't give up.
"Well.. I got..... I broke a mirror." I held up my hand, showing my, now bruised, and cut knuckles. Louis grabbed my hand rubbing my knuckles looking up with the same worried look Harry had earlier.
"Was it because of Liam?" He asked, squeezing my hand. I nodded and Harry gasped looking at something beside me. I followed his gaze, dread filling my head. I forgot about my cuts! I quickly sat on my wrist, looking at Harry with plead in my eyes. He looked at me then Louis his eyes wide then smacked the spot next to me.
"I-I saw a.. spider. Yeah." He looked at me and I silently thanked him, but he wasn't going to forget about it. Louis nodded slowly then went into the bathroom to clean up the mess, meanwhile Harry cleaned up my feet, pulling the glass out my foot and bandaging them. He looked behind him then whispered,
"We will talk about this later. If you ever do that again, take my arm.. Please." He took my arm and gently ran his thumb along the raw wounds. He took some more bandage and wrapped it around my wrist.
"NIALL!" I didn't notice Liam was banging on the door till now.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!" You didn't have to see him to know he was crying. I awkwardly got up, a towel still wrapped around my waist and went to the door.
Should I open it?
No.
Yes! I still love him,
but he broke my heart.
