International Love. ✈ z.h.

twenty-two ~ ❝heartbreak.❞ ✈

*trigger warning* there is self harm in this chapter. and a brief reminder: don't EVER harm yourself if a relationship goes wrong. know your worth.

Niall's Pov

I furrowed my brows at his words as I tilted my head, trying my hardest not to faint as the shock rushed through my body in waves.

"Zayn...if this is a joke it's not funny." All he did was just stare at me with that same emotionless face, my hand moving before I could even register what was happening. All that could be heard in the street was the loud smack that resonated from his cheek, his eyes wide with shock while mine were overflowing with tears.

"Get your shit, and go." He didn't have to be told twice as he avoided my eyes and walked back into the complex, leaving me to lean against the brick wall that bordered the area. I couldn't even fully accept what he'd said; a part of me wanted to believe that he wasn't being honest, that for some strange reason he thought it'd be funny to fake it.

But I knew it was real when he had his duffle bag thrown over his shoulder and didn't even give me a second look as he walked about a block away, probably going to call Liam or an uber to pick him up. I wasn't going to ask him why; what was the point? From his face he had no regrets and wanted to leave as quickly as he could.

Doesn't matter. I didn't care anymore.

I barely found the strength to take me back inside, taking the elevator and walking down the hall until I entered my apartment. My apartment that still smelled like him, the plates that were in the sink that we'd eaten off of, the unmade bed where we'd both slept. All the emotions began to hit me at once, and it had gotten so overwhelming that I couldn't help it.

I blacked out.

Harry's Pov

I felt a small pang in my stomach as I drove to Niall's apartment, wanting to know if he and Zayn wanted to hang out for breakfast or something. But something about the drive felt off, and I couldn't help but speed up a little as I entered the complex and parked my car in the first open space.

I got out and quickly walked through the lobby, choosing to take the stairs instead of the elevator and huffing as I reached Niall's floor. My worries only grew when I saw his apartment door left slightly ajar, the lights off as I ran over and burst through the door, horrified with the sight.

Most of the pictures and any type of glass he had was broken into pieces,  sprinkled over the carpet and hardwood floors. The cushions of the couch were strewn about while the coffee table had been knocked over, papers and cords everywhere as I bit my lip and hurried towards his bedroom.

Zayn was nowhere to be found, but I was even more freaked out about the words that had been painted over his bed frame. Freak, nobody, fag, worthless. Everything that people had constantly yelled to him in the halls, painted in his own writing and dripping down the walls where the bed sheets had been ripped apart and feathers from the pillows were slowly falling from the air.

"Niall? Niall are you in there?" I heard a weak grunt and something clattering to the ground and that's when I knew. I hurried to open the door but of course it was locked; I resulted to breaking the door down, repeatedly shoving my shoulder against it until it caved and I was in the bathroom.

Niall was on the floor, a small kitchen knife lying in a puddle of blood as he sobbed to himself. His eyes were red rimmed as if he were crying for hours, eyes slowly drifting off as I leaped over to him and used one of my hands to apply pressure to his wrist.

"No, Niall what are you doing? No..." I used my free hand to call an ambulance, leaving the phone on the ground as I tried to make sure Niall stayed awake and that I did everything I could to stop the bleeding.

"Please stay with me Ni; God, why would you do this?" It seemed like forever but finally an ambulance had arrived, paramedics taking him away while I ran to my car and followed behind them to the hospital, trying to ignore the drying blood that stuck to my hands and steering wheel.

Niall's Pov

I slowly woke up to a numb feeling in my wrist, huffing as I squinted at the bright lights that shone in my face. Coming to my senses I realized that I was in a hospital bed, my wrist patched up after the nasty work that I'd done to myself as I slowly sat up and ruffled the bedding.

My movement caught the attention of the man seated next to my bed, his eyes bloodshot red and his hair in wild curls as he gasped and looked up from his lap. There were tear tracks running down his face, his hands that were folded together coming undone as he touched my face with a small smile.

"Harry?"

"Niall, you're alive," He gasped out, resting his forehead on my chest as a soft sob shook through him as he took a deep breath. "I didn't think you'd make it. You lost so much blood."

It'd been a while since I'd had a breakdown like that, my head pounding as I grunted and reached for the cup of water beside my bed. I took slow slips, my eyes lazily moving towards the door where Louis, Liam, and Lily had all rushed through. Lily and Louis were immediately at my side while Liam stood to the side, something in my face already telling him that his best friend was the cause of this.

"Niall..."

"Tell him to never talk to me again. I don't want to see his face, or hear his stupid voice. He's a piece of shit, and I hate him." My voice was low, Lily looking surprised while Harry shook his head and sighed.

"What did he do?"

"He left, is what he did the piece of shit. I'm heartbroken, I'm tired, and I want to go home."

"You can't go back to your apartment since you trashed it, and the hospital will definitely want to keep you here for observation." Louis pointed out, Lily nodding in agreement while I gave them a sad smile and shook my head.

"No, guys; I want to go home. With my parents and my brother, where everything makes sense. I need to get out of here." They all gasped at my sudden choice, sadness overtaking the room while Liam seemed to show a different emotion all together: anger.

"What a right asshole that one is." I'd never heard so much frustration and anger in his voice, Louis standing up and immediately putting a hand on his chest to try and calm him as tears started to fall.

"Liam?"

"I'm so sorry Niall. I'm sorry that Zayn is being selfish, selfish for not telling you why he left. He didn't tell you, right?" Now that I thought about it, Liam was right. Zayn just took his things and left like I told him to. He didn't really explain why he left; so much for his so called, "feelings" for me. I shook my head in response, receiving a small chuckle as he shook his head.

"I promise you I'll do everything I can to find out what's going on. Zayn loves you; he just doesn't know how to explain himself well. Don't give up on him just yet." I had just finished telling Harry to message my mother for me and arrange a flight back to Ireland, turning to Liam with an empty look as I let my mind drift to nowhere.

"Don't bother Liam. Haven't I made it obvious? I've already given up."

a.n.

IF ANY OF YOU PLAY LIFE IS STRANGE MESSAGE ME SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT THE ICONIC GAY MOMENTS AND CHLOE AND MAX AND RACHEL AND YOUR OTPS I LOVE LIFE IS STRANGE SO MUCH (also the song above *from life is strange: before the storm btw* is pretty much how niall feels towards zayn as of now and i can't breatHE THIS SONG FITS PERFECTLY WITH THEM TBH)

m xx