Chapter 19.

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by hemmo-sphere

by hemmo-sphere

*Niall's POV*

I sat at the end of my bed, my right leg bouncing up and down.

Its all my fault. I shouldn't have said that to her. What am I going to do?

"Niall?.." a voice said on the other side of the door.

I said nothing, but they still entered. It was Eleanor. My eyes scanned her face for any sign of..any emotion. I furrowed my eyebrows and stood up.

"El. What's wrong?" I ask, gently grabbing her forearms.

"I-its..Ronnie. She's.." Eleanor paused.

"She what? Eleanor what's happened to her?" I ask.

"In the hospital. You put here you asshole!" she yelled and slapped me across the face.

I winced and pulled my hand to my cheek. There was a slight ringing sound before her voice came back.

"You love her? Then how about you fucking listen to her problems instead of fucking her every chance you get!" she yelled.

"I listen to her! And we only had sex three times!" I yelled back.

"She has depression, and anxiety! She almost overdosed on her pills she has to take when she came back! Because of your ass she's in the hospital yet again! She's my best friend and you were going to propose to her! God, if she comes back to you, treat her like a fucking goddess. Or I will put you six feet underground." she growled, stepping closer each word that she said.

Eleanor turned around on her heals and slammed the door, making me jump a little. I cursed to myself and ran into the bathroom. Once I opened the door, there was just small spots of blood on the floor and the sink. I opened the vanity mirror above the sink to see all of her bottles were almost empty.

"God dammit!" I yelled, walking angrily back to the bedroom.

I flipped open all the drawers to find nothing, except my clothes in my dresser. I slammed the drawer closed and rested my hands on the top of it. I started breathing heavily, feeling my face getting red. I looked up to see a picture of Ronnie and I..Louis took it a week ago when we were at the pier... I practically did a battle cry and slung everything off the top of the dresser. I yanked the curtains off the window and somehow ended up punching a hole on the door.

"Fuck!" I cried, falling to my knees.

I let my face unclench before tears began to slowly fall.