I felt the tear swelling at my eyes, threatening to fall. The fact that Niall has taken something that could kill him tears me apart, I didn't want him to do this.
I ran my finger over the the puncture mark in his skin, he winced and twiched as I did so. I softly got up and walked to the bathroom, I grabbed a cleaning cloth and some bandages to bind his arm.
As I started to walk out of the bathroom I stood dead still, I looked to see a tall dark figure. It wasn't Niall though. Niall was still laying lifelessly on the bed, the room was still dark. The figure started to search in his pockets, I swear I felt my heart stop at the item he held in his hand, a needle.
I watched as he stabbed it into his forearm, I could feel the sick rising in my throat. I slowly walked back into the bathroom and quietly shut the door, I didn't want to deal with this, not today.
My mind was buzzing, I had no clue who that was. The person was taller than Niall, bulkier as well. I thought and thought and it finally came to me, I opened the door again slightly. The man was still there, he seemed to be nudging Niall.
"Niall, get up. Why are you sleeping?" He asked the lifeless body lying on the bed, I watched as he rolled him off the bed. A groan came from Niall as he hit the ground, I couldn't help but giggle.
The man turned around to stare in my direction, I blew my cover, shit.
I closed the door and locked it, the footsteps got closer and closer, I leaned as hard as I could against the door. I pulled Niall's knife out from under the sink and held it really to fight, but I knew if it came to it I couldn't hurt him, I couldn't hurt family.
Banging on the door startled me, I sat dead still.
"Oi! Whoever is in there I want you to come out and face me, or are you too pussy?!" He shouted, he sounded pissed.
"What if I said I was family?!" I shouted back, it was silent for a few minutes before he started talking again.
"I don't have any relatives that are female.. Non that care about me anyway, stop lying. Face me like a man, I don't care if you're a girl." His voice showed anger.
I stood up and opened the door slowly, I looked at him in the eye. I watched as his eyes softened as he looked at me, he must have been 4 or 5 inches taller than me. He was so intimidating, it was terrifying.
"Hi Greg."
He looked at me with wide eyes, he dropped to his knees and looked at me. His eyes started to water, I wiped away the tears threatening to fall.
"Niall was right, you are beautiful." I blushed insanely at his comment, he looked so much like Niall it wasn't funny. I looked at his arm to see he was bleeding, I got him to stand and help me bring Niall into the bathroom. I sat Niall on a chair and got Greg to sit on the side of the bath, I cleaned Greg up first.
I looked closer at his scratch to see it was caused by a needle, it looked like it had been ripped out and dragged across the skin on the way. He must have been doing it too, the thought of it makes me cringe.
As I cleaned the last bit of blood from Greg's arm I grabbed a bandage and binded the scratch, I moved over to Niall and started to clean the area where the needle had been injected.
I heard a mumble come from Niall, he was still passed out, he was coming down from the heroin in his body. He started to twitch as I softly wiped the open wound.
"I'm sorry." A soft voice said, I looked up at Niall to see his eyes were ever so slightly open. He was crying, he looked gorgeous when he cried.
"Baby, don't cry." I said kissing away his tears, he started to sob quietly.
"I've hurt you, I've done probably the worst thing I could have done.. I re-lapsed..." He said throwing his head back and hitting the wall.
"Bay, it doesnt matter. Re-Lapses happen, it's in the past. I'm just glad that you didn't hurt yourself in the time you were on it." I say smiling, he looked away from me. My smile faded, my heart started racing.
"Greg, could you please leave the room?" I asked looking at the floor, I heard his footsteps leave the room and close the door.
"Niall." I spoke, he wouldn't look at me.
"Niall, look at me." I said softly, he still continued to ignore me.
"NIALL LOOK AT ME!" I shouted, his head turned instantly at my voice. His face was full of fear, I placed my hand on his face and started to caress it.
"What happened..?" I asked with regret, I honestly didn't want to know yet I knew I needed to know.
He stood up and started taking off his shirt, I saw all the dried blood on the side of his body. His tattoos were partly covered with blood too, I walked to the sink and grabbed a wash cloth.
As I cleaned Niall's cuts I thought about my own, I remember the last time I relapsed.. I never wanted to feel the way I did, to feel like there was no point of life anymore.
I never wanted Niall to feel that way, no one, not even Ellie deserved to feel like that. I wouldn't be able to live without Niall or the boys, they are family.
Once I had finished cleaning all Niall's cuts I bandaged them, looking at the time it was late. I pulled out an old mattress from the hall cupboard and laid it in the lounge room on the floor with two blankets and a few pillows, I told Greg that he'd be sleeping there the night while Niall and I stayed in Niall's room.
I walked back into Niall's bedroom to see him about to crash and burn, I rushed over to him before he laid down and grabbed som bandages.
I wrapped them around his arms and the palm of his hand so if he sleep walks he won't try and hurt himself again.
We fell into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, his warmth relaxed me and slowly I faded into a deep slumber.
