Polaroid.

Nevea's POV

I looked at him confused until I had everything click. "No.. No, you are lying to me." I put a hand over my mouth, tears gathering in my eyes.

He looked down, "I'm afraid not, love."

Everything I have ever known was gone. All those long nights and never ending daydreams about me dreaming my mum would come back and save me disappeared. Always having a light shinning in my eye, I small and hopeful twinkle that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be alone for once.

My father, everyone knows about him..dead. Gone, never coming back. I have known that at a young age. Knowing I can't spend my precious time weeping over him. But in reality, I was weeping over his wife. The one that never even cared about me, the one who fed me lies. My own blood that told me all these secrets and details about their past events. She only told my one truth and millions of lies. And I believed her, like some idiot.

The photos of them being together, the never ending pages of scrapes that held their cherished memories. Ones that I out an end too, ones that I broke and torn apart. All because of me, and I was still in the womb. Now I actually know how jacked up my life really is.

The camera I asked about, at least once a day, was out of color. Out of film, ending those memories nine months later. He was dead and gone.

Soon small sobs racked my body, making me nearly fall to the ground. But Louis was there, like every single time.

"Sh, Nev, it's not worth it..you know it is not worth it anymore." He whispered into my hair, I nodded, still not fully believing him.

"H-How is it not worth it? Tell me, tell me how I was not a mistake? Tell me how this was not supposed to happen? Hmm, tell me that." I cried into his chest, "Tell me, it will make all the pain go away.. Tell me. Louis. P-Please."

"Because, you don't spend time crying over liars. Everything happens for a reason." He muttered.

Of course he was a believer in 'Everything happens for a reason'. Sure, like how my parents didn't want me. How they kept me and didn't even give me up because they 'loved' me? Yeah, I'm still finding hat hard to believe.

More sobs racked my body, making me lean into him, all my weight was practically on him.

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"Can I come in, love?" A familiar Irish accent rang through the door from the hallway.

"No, no no no. P-Please just leave.." I cried.

He mumbled something than spoke up, "I can't, I actually care about your well-being.."

Sure, like anyone's actually cared.

Watching the door nob rattle a few times, I gave up and flicked a rubber band a a tea cup which made a wire buckle the legs of a random chair from under the wooden door nob. Making the creaky old door pop open.

A shadow peered in the hallway making me sigh. "Come in Ni, please. I don't want to be alone." I mumbled, picking at the nubs of my finger nails.

He walked in, I looked up and watched him curiously. Still watching him climb onto the bed, he pulled me into his arms. Now knowing he was fully under the duvet with me, I had a light blush form on my cheeks.

"You aren't alone, I'm here. Maybe not mentally but I will always be here physically." His voice was raspy but soft and gentle at the same time.

Soft breaths came out in a sigh, "I understand that, I just wish you were here mentally. But I don't, you shouldn't have to feel what I feel. No one should."

Feeling him wanting to say something, but he closed his mouth again, I tried to get comfortable. "Niall.." He hummed in reply.

"I want you here."

He nodded, "I am here, just tell me what you are thinking or feeling."

Mumbling an Okay. I rubbed the back of my neck. "Are you tense?"

I looked at him like he had grown to heads, "No, I mean does you neck or something ache?" He re-phrased himself.

Looking unsure, but nodding anyway, he turned me around so that my back was facing him. Soon, his hands were on my shoulders rubbing the pain away.

"Tell me,"

I gulped, "W-Well, I feel completely and utterly lost. Like no one is there to know what to do. They say they are but they aren't mentally, as you said." I could picture him nodding.

Breathing in and out deeply as he got to the knot I hissed in pain, and if I'm not mistaken, I heard him mumble and "I got it."

Taking deep breaths, my tenseness was relieved. I let out something that sound like an yawn, but I was gasping and practically moaning at the ease I felt in my shoulder.

"See? I'm here physically, and I could be mentally." I looked back and then fully turned so I was facing him.

I leaned into him, "Thank you. For everything I mean, I know we all know Louis is there, but sometimes everyone needs a little more support." Wrapping my arms around us torso, I snuggled into him deeper.

"Thank you."

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As I woke up birds were chirping. Which was completely normal in my opinion. But what freaked me out was Niall was smiling down to me, tracing my my facial features. I blushed, looking down to my fingers. 

Grinning as he broke the silence that had settles between us I responded politely murmuring a "Good morning to you too." 

Peering back up to him, he was still looking at me. Curiously, nothing else. Which I simply adore. He is one of my best friends, and since I have been here - he has changed my mood completely. I am so thankful for that. Without him, I would still be basically dead in the mind. Not a care in the world because I easily didn't care anymore. I didn't care what others thought about me. I just didn't care, but not caring set me off. Shut me off from social media, from the outside world completely. 

Niall saved me. Either it was his personality of the fact he doesn't care as much as I do. When I most definitely know he is carefree. Not a single thing bothering him. But deep down - from my own experiences - that words hurt. Take me for example. People can say whatever, but nothing brung that smile down. Nothing. 

Until the strong and caring person actually breaks. It is a whole different story, caring for the broken one that is. Seeing someone as lonesome and completely and deeply fallen into the dark is hard to actually find them a light and a reason to seek for it. It's like drowning when you are done working and breathing. Like you completely lost hope in yourself. And everyone only sees that fake smile. 

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Author's Note-

How do you like this chapter ? I personally liked it. This specific chapter is quite sad, honestly. Heart wrenching to read. But thank you so much ! For everything. 

Sorry for the long wait too.. heh. Yeah, don't point fingers. But if we do, point them towards my teachers and parents. *eyes all of yous* 

Anyways..

Much Love, 

Hannah or Halo. Whatever you prefer. x