Niall took out his mobile and pressed the on button, as soon as it fully turned on it started bleeping like mad then flashed '67 Text Messages- 42 Missed Calls- 40 Voice Mails' On the screen, Niall sighed just as his ringtone rang again 'Liam Payne Calling'. He shook his head but pressed green
Niall? Niall are you there?
Niall waited a second before replying with a quiet Yes Liam, I'm here.
Thank god! Where are you?! I'm coming to get you! We've been ringing you like mad! Pauls freaking out! Hell, WE ALL ARE! I'M SO MAD, NIALL! How could you be so, SO IRRESPONSIBLE to turn your phone off?! YOU KNOW WHAT?!
Niall flinched at Liams sudden outburst
What?
Maybe you're still not ready for this life! Not ready to have moved out! YOU'RE SUCH A BABY, NIALL! YOU TOLD NONE OF US WHERE YOU WERE YOU WHERE GOING!
I-I'm sorry,Liam...I really am.
He stuttered, before hanging up. Tears now streaked down his face as he began to run through the cloudy, dark streets of London. Soon enough, he reached the appartment building. Niall shot through the lobby and instead of tacking the elevator he took the stairs.
14 floors later, he was outside the appartment. He fumbled with his keys trying to unlock the door, but eventually got the door open and raced to his bedroom. He collapsed against the door when he got inside. He was in absolute sobs now. He had been found out by a complete stranger and Liam went mad at him.
Half an hour later, the sobs where less and he was now sitting at his desk with the Twitter login page up. He pressed log in, and went into his mentions. His heart hurt even more.
**((THESE NAMES ARE MADE UP. IF THEY ARE REAL AND BELONG TO YOU I'M SORRY I'M USING THEM PURELY FOR STORY PURPOSES))***
NiallHater4Eva: @NiallOfficial Is an ugly mofo. He's no talent.
LarryLover: Niall should go die! He's fat, untalented and ugly. Larry and Ziam FOREVER!
FuglyMofo:Nialls a fat bastered.
The comments went on for pages and pages. There was the odd one about how much they loved him, which he followed the tweeter. After reading a few more comments, he couldnt take it.
Niall slammed the laptop shut and stood up, then kicked the chair over. His hands clenched his hair, he let out an angry deep scream and punched the wall.
After he'd done than, he took himself into the bathroom, lifted the toilet seat lid, stuck his fingers down his throat and made himself throw up. 10 minutes later, he'd thrown up everything he'd ate that day or more. He stood up infront of the sink and washed his face with a cloth, then opened his medicine cabinet and brought out a knife from the back that he'd been hiding.
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Nice new clean cuts on his wrist. Niall groaned. They didn't hurt enough. He opened the little cupboard again, and pulled out a bottle of hairspray. He took a deep breath and sprayed the hairsparay on his new cuts for half a minute.
He bit his lip to stop him from screaming. This hurt enough.
He placed a big plaster over it, pulled his bracelets and shirt over them, then ran the tap to get the blood out the sink.
The blood was gone and he'd just turned the tap off and was about to flush and clean the toilet when there was a knock on the door, the handle shaking and a voice spoke 'Niall? Is that you? Are you okay?'
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Zayn.
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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?
