Suicidal [Narry/Niam]

Chapter 8

Niall's Pov:

I wake up feeling extremely sore and in pain. I ache all over. It feels like an intense hangover that covers my body. But this time, its not from alcohol.

Luckily, I still have the aspirin in my night stand. I don't think the aspirin will do much healing. I have a lot of pain and aspirin only does so much.

The clock reads 11:00. I need to get out of bed so the boys don't suspect anything. I try my best to roll out of bed. The pain feels intense. I manage to stand up. I feel so sore and tired. Grabbing my phone, I walk across the room to the closet. I pull out a sweatshirt I got recently and put it on to cover my cuts on my wrists and so the boys don't notice how much I weigh. Ive lost a little weight thanks to the diet pills but not enough. I still take them regularly but I should start taking them more.

I leave the comfort of my room and venture out into the hall way. Every step causes more and more pain in my abdomen. I make my way to the kitchen. Liam's in there.

"Hey where were you last night? I waited until 12:00 last night for you." He said. He looked at my cheek. "Oh Niall. Where'd you get that? It looks painful."

"Uh, I don't know." I paused and shook my head. "I was just at the bar. You know that." I told him.

"What time did you get home."

I stopped for a minute creating an awkward pause. "I... uh... got home at about 12:30." I tried to make sure I sounded like I wasn't out late but I didn't want him to be suspicious. Although, the awkward pause and how I stumbled my words caused him to shoot me a perplexed look. He shrugged it off.

"Well, Im glad you're home." He pulls me into a hug, crushing my ribs causing me to whimper in pain. "Niall, whats wrong?"

"Nothing. Why would you think that?"

"Why did you whimper then?" I kinda just looked at him. "Lift up your shirt." Fuck.

"What? No!"

"Niall." He gave me an innocent look and I collapsed inside. I caved in. I lifted it, showing my bruised and cut stomach. He looked horrified.

"Im sorry."

"Oh my god Niall! What happend?"

I looked down. "I just tripped thats all. Thats how I got this cut on my cheek."

"Niall, I don't think thats what happend. Tell me the truth. And when did you get so thin?" He said unconvincingly.

"Im not thin? I just worked out I guess."

"Niall you look emaciated!" He shouted.

"I told you everything." I tell him.

"No you haven't! What happend? How did you get those bruises."

Tears form in my eyes. I wipe them with my sweatshirt sleeves. A sigh escapes from my mouth. "Nothing."

"Nothing? These bruises are nothing? They concern me too! Your health concerns me!"

A few words come out of my mouth quickly and silently. "I was beat up."

"What?!" He said.

"I was beat up!" I burst into sobs. "I got beat up by someone! How wimpy is that! I cant even defend myself!" I cover my eyes with my hands. I cry into them.

"Niall-" He was cut off.

"Leave me alone!" I run to my room.

I shut the door and cry into the pillow.

This isn't worth it anymore.

I hear the door creek open. I open my eyes. Its Liam. He cant see me like this! I look so shitty!

"Niall."

"Go away..."

"Im so sorry. No one should have this happen to them. Especially you. I don't know a single person that would want to hurt you. But I swear to god, if I ever see that basterd, he wont be around the next day." He cuddles into me in bed behind me. "Everything will be okay. I promise." He gently places an arm around me, careful not to hurt me. "Ill stay here forever until you heal. If you want me to."

I break from my crying. "Promise?"

"I promise." He kisses my neck.

I wrap my hand over the one he had around me. My hands lock into place with his. I smile for once.

"Don't leave me." I told him.

"I wont leave you." He told me.