Promise Me ||Niall Horan||

Chapter 18.

Niall's POV:

I didn't want to talk to Ronnie right now but I didn't want to be rude, so I agreed. We walked to the park and sat on the swings.

"What's up?! she flinched, "obviously somethings wrong and you need to tell me right now cause quite frankly, I'm getting pissed off."

"Louis, that's what's wrong." I yelled back in defense, "you pretty much said life is only great with Louis around like I don't satisfy you enough!"

"Please! Grow up! Louis is an older brother to me, nothing more than that, and you obviously took that wrong!" She scoffed.

"Oh really, cause lately you and Louis have been a lot closer than usual and somethings up with that and its getting me pissed off!"

"You think I'm cheating on you, with Louis?!"

"That's what it seems like!" I shrugged, "and how am I supposed to know if you aren't? you're always with him! You're probably hooking up or something!"

"You know, if you really think that I would do that then maybe you should leave, because I need a guy I can trust and right now, I can trust any other guy better than you."

"So you're hooking up with a ton of guys that are way better than me because you can trust your little fuck buddy better than your fucking boyfriend? Okay, yeah whatever, worthless fucking slut!" I shouted. A tear fell down her face and I softened at the realization of what I had just said. "I-"

"Save it Niall, save it for some bullshit girl who can actually please you, because apparently me, being the worthless fucking slut I am, can't!" She yelled sobbing, "And for the record, me and Louis weren't hooking up, I was asking him for present ideas for our four month anniversary, which happens to be today which you forgot! Didn't you?!" I stood there with my jaw dropped, I can't believe I forgot our anniversary. 

"Yeah, that's exactly what I thought, asshole!"

She cried reaching in her pocket revealing a little black box and chucking it at me, "There, I hope your happy! And you really thoughht Louis would cheat on Eleanor for my worthless piece of shit ass?! Wow! You must think really low of your loved ones! But whatever, I'm done. Don't talk to me!" She walked back to the group, everyone glancing over at me.

Ronnie's POV:

I walked back over to the staring group, tears all over my face and more threatening to spill out. Louis ran to me hugging me tightly. Oh god here comes the tears.

"Lou, can you uhh.. give me a ride home please?"

"Aww, of course baby sis, go get in the car I'll meet you there in a second." I nodded my head and walked towards Louis' car and jumping into the passenger seat.

I watched as Louis spoke to the others, probably telling them he was taking me home and coming back. He walked to the car, climbing in and driving to Niall and I's flat.

"Thanks Lou." I smiled.

"No problem Ronnie" He smiled back.

The rest of the car ride was silent except for my whimpers and cries. By the time I got home my mascara was all over my face and sweater. I got out of the car and walked away waving Louis goodbye. I unlocked the door and crawled up in a ball on the couch underneath my gigantic, soft blanket. After a while of thinking deeply about everything that went down between Niall and I, the more I thought, the more I cried. I started to pack my things and went to the bathroom to get the rest of my belongings. As I packed I cried the hardest, thinking of the names he called me. I went to the cupboard grabbing my anxiety and depression medicine and putting it in a bag, I slowly pulled it back out, sobbing. I wanted my pain to go away.

NO! NO! NO! I thought. I can't do that.

Resorting to keeping packing I went to the other cupboard and packed my makeup, lotion, perfume, and toothbrush...  until I came to my razor. I cried and cried, wanting no more pain, as I tore apart the razor with all my strength.

Eleanor's POV:

Louis returned shortly after and I freaked out. "Louis, why are you here?!"

"Umm.. because I dropped off Ronnie and I came back."

My eyes widened, "Louis, you need to drive me there as quickly as possible!" i saod, dragging him to the car, getting in and speeding off, Louis still confused as ever. Me, just worried. I knew what Ronnie was capable of when she was sad or mad and alone, Louis however, did not.

Ronnie's POV:

I finally got it apart, pulling up my sleeves, I held the razor to my left wrist, slitting it 30 times before moving to my right and repeating the same process.

"28, 29, FUCKK!!" I yelled hitting 30. Shit... I got my vein...   REALLY DEEP!! Blood everywhere as I moved to my thighs, I carved "Niall" on my right, and worthless slut on my left.  There was so much blood, and it was everywhere, all over me and the floor. My vision started getting blurry as I heard pounding and yelling at the door. I saw two figures run to help me, both crying and screaming, and that's the last thing I remember.