Finally- a Niall Horan fanfiction

Chapter 14- day two

LEXIE'S POV

It's day two. Again I wake up on the floor against my bed. I check my clock and it's 12:00. Maybe I should take a shower. I'm still in the same clothes I was two days ago. I stand up and walk to the bathroom. Oh shit!!! Do I actually look that bad, like damn. One side of my hair was matted and tangled and the other side was just tangled. I had dark circles under my eyes and over all I look like death. I turn on the water and wait for it to get hot.

While I wait I try and brush through my hair. It takes about ten minutes and finally what was matted and tangled is just frizzy and greasy. I walk in the shower and let the scorching hot water soothe my muscles. I wash my body, hair, and face. When I get out I feel a little better. I brush through my wet hair and brush my teeth. Then out of no where Niall comes to mind and how his Breath always smelt good. I can't get him out of my mind his voice, his eyes, his dreams, how we met. Maybe I overreacted, I know it's his dream but I can't bare to see him leave.

He was my only friend, my first boyfriend, my first kiss, and he was the only one that never judged me no matter what I did. I could express my feelings with him. I can be myself around him. I can't get him out of my mind. Just then I feel something drop on the back of my hand. It's a tear. I didn't know I was crying. I look in the mirror I have in my room and my eyes are puffy and red. I put on a change of clothes, a tank-top and shorts.

I check my phone I have text from Katie and my mom. I locked my door because I don't want anyone to come in, I wanted to be alone. Katie wanted to hang out. I told her I was sick. My mom was just telling me that breakfast, lunch, and dinner was ready. I haven't eatin' since the 'incident'. I deleted the text from my mom. My phone buzzed. Niall.

Nialler: can we talk? Please?

Nialler: we need to talk.

Nialler: I can't take it any longer. Please talk to me

I can't take it. I delete the messages. I start crying even more now. What is life anymore. I can't take it, I just can't. Before I know it warm liquid is running down my hands. I look and my old razor I use to cut myself with an it is bloody and so are my hands. Just for a second I forget what was going on, why I was upset, why I even did it. Then it all came back to me and I did it again. I feel like I'm constantly running in a tunnel and can't find my way out, and when I do I get sucked back into another endless dark tunnel.

I hear a knock at the door.

"G-Go a-a-away!!" I yelled in between sobs.

"Honey you nee-" my mother came in my room. I must have not locked the door. I'm guessing she was cut off by the sight in front of her. Me cutting. I just sob louder. She yanks the razor from my hand and engulfs me in a hug and sits next to me. She rocks me and tries to soothe me.

After I don't know how long I funn all get my breaths normal.

"Just go to sleep baby. It's one in the morning." Really? I nod and she helps me get up. She tucks me in and kisses my forehead. "Goodnight." I know she took my razor and everything. My bleeding has stopped. I cut about two times on each wrist. One because of Niall an the other because of my father. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. That was the end of my day two.

NIALL'S POV

I'm just sitting here. Alone. I haven't taken a shower, brushed my teeth, or been in my room since the incident. I'm still in the guest bedroom laying down on the bed staring at the ceiling. The strange part is that I haven't eaten since. I haven't been hungry, that is very unlike me. I tried sending text messages to her but she never replied. Is she just as depressed as I am. No, no she's not. I have never felt this way in my life. I've cried endless times about her. I still think she over reacted but I think some of it is me too.

I should have told her first. I'm so stupid at times. Just then the door handle was wiggling and it opened. Walking towards me was my brother. I just sighed.

"What Greg." Greg and I never fight or argue but I was not in the mood to listen to his wise sayings. Him talking about how I should take my time and not bother her or some shit like that. I know he's right though.

"I just need to talk to you." He sits next to me on the bed. Here we go.

"You haven't been yourself since that night. You haven't showered, I haven't seen you, strangest part is that you won't eat. Why are you acting this way?" I just shrug. Honestly I'm not paying attention. I glance at him and he has an evil grin on his face. "I don't know why your even trying." He stood up off the bed. "She's not even that pretty." He starts walking out. Not after I tackle him to the ground.

"Don't you ever fucking say that about her you piece of shit!" We are now tumbling down the stairs. "You son of a bitch!" We are now at the bottom of the steps and in trying to throw punches but he dodges them every time. I feel strong arms wrap around me and pull me off of the bastard I have as a brother.

We both stand up and my dad's arms are still holding me back. Greg stands up and brushes himself off and smiles. The smile he has makes him look like he feels accomplished. "Finally, got you out of your room." He smiles. I can't believe him. I look at him and walk back upstairs. "Bro!" He calls me back.

"What?!" I am really fucking annoyed by him right now.

"At least take a shower." I roll my eyes and walk back up the stairs. Maybe he's right.

I walk in the bathroom and I am frightened by the sight in front of me. My hair is everywhere, my eyes are blood shot, and my breath I can see how bad it smell. I turn in the shower and feel a little relief from the pain I'm expirancing right now. I get out and brush my teeth. I put some new cloths on and go back to sleep. I need to find a way to say goodbye to Lexie. I can't just leave. I want to hold her, sing to her, hug her, and kiss her at least one more time. My eyes slowly fall and close completely and I fall into a sleep. My life is nothing without her. I am nothing without her. Nothing is anything without her.

She is my everything. That was my day two.

Authors note: not sure how I feel about this chapter. I worked hard on it. It was inspired by after 2 when Harry and Tessa have a really big break up and they spend a lot of time away from each other and are very depressed. If you have not read it you defiantly should. If you guys have any critiques for me please don't hesitate to tell me. I want to get better. Hope you guys are liking it so far. Until next time.