Niall's eyes grew wide and he looked down to see that he was only in boxers and a T-shirt. At the bottom of his boxers there were a couple scars poking out. Niall stammered, trying to find the right words to say, "U-Um, no... I tripped and scratched up my leg on the concrete."
"So, you go walking outside in boxers?" Louis asked, confused. Niall sighed and stared at the floor. He muttered a curse word under his breath, "Fine, it is," he muttered, giving up, "They're cutting scars."
Louis's eyes widened, "Why Niall?" he yelled, he almost sounded hurt, "Why would you do this to yourself?" I thought I could see tears in Louis's eyes. Niall seemed annoyed about it. He even hates when I bring it up. It was a bad time in his life that he just wants to forget about.
"Louis, it doesn't matter!" Niall exclaimed, "It was a onetime thing! It was just that one time when Nicole and I were in a huge fight. I felt so compelled to try, because of all the remorse and guilt inside of me. I felt so bad, and I just wanted some sort of relief!"
"How do I know?" Louis yelled. Then, he grabbed Eleanor's hand and stomped out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Niall groaned and plopped on the couch, "What have I done...?"
"Niall, it will be fine," I mumbled. I sat down next to him and intertwined my hand with his. He sighed and stared at his lap, "I shouldn't have been so harsh on Louis, it was my fault for cutting, after all."
"Why don't you call him up and apologize?" I suggested. Niall nodded," Okay, I'll do that," he replied, pulling his phone off of the nightstand. As Niall waited for Louis to pick up, he pulled me closer to him. I sat between Niall's legs, as he wrapped his arms around my body. I turned my head, so I could kiss his neck. He smiled at me and kissed my nose. Then, Louis picked up, "Hey, Louis, I just wanted to apologize for being such a jerk earlier. It was my fault. Can you ever forgive me?"
I couldn't hear Louis's reply, but I knew it wasn't good. Niall's facial expression turned to shocked, "How could you do that?" Niall yelled. I was shocked by his loud voice. I looked up at Niall to see anger written all over his face, "Niall...?" I whispered. He said nothing in reply, he just continued yelling at Louis.
After a couple more minutes, Niall hun up the phone and slammed it against the nightstand. His fist was clenched, so I placed my small hand over top of it. I turned around so I was facing him, "Niall...?"
He realized that I was sitting on his lap, "H-He told the paparazzi," Niall said through gritted teeth. My eyes widened, "Wait, you mean Louis told the press that you cut yourself?"
Niall nodded, not saying another word. I decided to speak, annoyed by the silence, "Do you know why he did that?"
"Louis said he ran into some reporters outside of the house. He was really pissed and ended up telling them I cut. He didn't even say that I used to. He just said that I did. You don't even know how bad this is going to turn out..."
"What do you mean?"
"The fans. You know how they'll react when they hear about this? They'll blow this way out of proportion. Who knows, maybe they'll start cutting 'cause I did. They might blame you, who know what they'll do?"
"Niall, just deny the statement," I replied, even though I knew that it wouldn't work. Niall sighed and shook his head, "I think we both know that it's not that easy. God, this is going to be a mess..."
Niall stood up, moving me away from his lap. I watched Niall stomp upstairs, slamming the door behind him. I sat there all alone on the couch. I don't know how to help him. I know this whole situation will be blown out of proportion. I can't lie to him and say that everything will be fine, because the fans won't let something like this simply pass by.
