The Luck In Unluck

Chapter 11

There's a song in the sidebar, and also listen to Running Up That Hill by Placebo, it's amazing. 

This chapter is going to be very dramatic, so beware. But really short.

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LIAM'S POV

"I like you" Niall suddenly said, "like more than a friend" 

What?

I looked at him, trying to get him to meet my eyes, but he just looked away, trying not to meet mine. 

"Niall" I started, trying to let him down easy. It's just hard. He's one of my best friends. 

"I know. You don't like me back. I just needed you to know, I guess." He rambled and I saw his eyes starting to get wet and teary. I just wanted to grab him and tell him it's okay. But I couldn't. 

"I'm sorry, Niall" Was all I said. And I could see his face fall even more, if that was possible. He looked broken. 

"Hey, you know, it's weird" He started, smiling like he was reminded of a good memory, "You're the only one that I've ever liked this much. And you can't, and don't, like me back."

Ouch. That made me feel even worse. 

I was about to say something, but Niall cut me off "don't. I just... Need time, okay?" I nodded and he walked away. 

Away from me. 

I felt so bad for him. I really needed him to know that I love him, just not like that. I turned around, "Niall?" He turned around to face me, "yeah?"

"I love you. Just not the way you want me to" I said, and tears were streaming down my face. Just then, a tear ran down his face. 

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt" He said, turned around and walked away.

This time, I said nothing to stop him. 

NIALL'S POV

I knew that he would say that. That he could never love someone like me. But it hurt to hear him actually say it. It hurt. So bad. 

I said that it didn't hurt. But it did. It hurt so bad. It was so painful listening to him like that. 

I barged into my room, locked the door and opened my desk drawer. The drawer I hadn't touched in 72 days. 

72 days since the night. The night everything changed. 

*Flashback*

I was alone again. This had happened a lot lately. Me, alone, in my room.

I slashed the blade across my wrist. Over and over again. Deeper and deeper. 

It didn't hurt. 

I was numb to the pain by now. 

It dimmed the pain in my heart. In my soul.

I finally felt good. 

I felt like this time it was finally going to work out the way I wanted, and chose.

And with that, I blacked out.

*End of flashback*

Again, I was alone in my room. 

I opened the drawer and took the razors and laid them down on the desk.

And just then, in that moment, I was reminded of a song lyric.