"You're WORTHLESS!" "I HATE YOU!" "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE PART OF ONE DIRECTION" Those words swam around my head, the voices getting harsher and harsher everytime they're spoken. Pages and pages of hate that i read about me popping up infront of my eyes. Banners too. Those girls who ignored me at the signing and called me names, asked me to get out of pictures and told me i'm worhtless, replayed in my mind too. "You're a dissapointment, Niall" My mother spoke. "Yes," My father continued, placing a hand on my mums shoulder and looking down at her, "I-The whole family, would appreciate if you didn't contact us or had anything to do with us ever again. You are exactly the kind of thing that is frowned upon." he spoke, his voice harsh. "You're not my son anymore." Spoke my mother.
I woke with a sharp intake of breath as I sat upright in my bed. Sighing, I realised it was just another dream. 04:12am read the red letters next to my bed. Really? 4am? Gosh. It would be another long day. Oh well. I peeled my bed covers off of me, and made my way into the hall and to the bathroom. After going to the loo, I found myself standing infront of the mirror. Was that really me? No, surely not.. The figure had bags under his eyes showing the lack of sleep, the eyes where dull and lifeless and skin so pale you'd think it belonged to a ghost.
"Alright, back to my room" I mumbled, talking to myself. When I reched my room, my body instantly took my over to the mahogany chest of drawers. In the top drawer, at the very back is a small tin with a clover on it. Inside, there is some things fro back home. Along with, the razor. My boney fingers gripped it tightly as i walked over to my bed and sat down. "Well, here goes nothing." Then the ice cold blade touched the already scarred wrist, and made one, two, three and four new slits. The blood trickled out of them. He pulled a fresh tissue out of his bedside table drawer and put it on his wrist, to try and stop the bleeding.
Once it had stoped, he wiped the blade and put it back, then pulled out a pear of grey sweats and a baggy hoodie. Before leaving his room, he pulled on some bracelets. He opened his bedroom door, and trudged past the other boys rooms and towards the kitchen. Niall checked the fridge, cupboards, freezer and everywhere else for something that looked nice, but found nothing. It was unusual for him to eat nothing, but was becoming a reqular thing now. He groaned and went through to the sofa, and lay down. Maybe I can take a nap? he asked himself, but decided against it.
The boys will probably add this to the 'Weird thing's Niall's been doing and saying and acting like List' they've made. Sure, he's been pushing them away, but only because they won't want to be seen with an ugly loser who doesnt deserve to be in one direction.
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When things go crashing upside down- Niall Horan
FanfictionNiall's a normal, famous lad. He has everything. But what everybody around him don't know, is that inside his head, everything is crashing down. Will he recover, or will there be a funeral?
