Light On {Niam Love Story}

Three-

A/N: Dedicated to everyone reading because I nearly had a heart attack at all the new comments and such. So, the song for this chapter is Therapy by All Time Low, yeeess? Hope you guys enjoy. <3

"You can choke on your misery."

Sleep.

It was no wonder the companies made so much money selling medication to help with insomnia - after all, who wanted to lose a night of precious sleep?

The Sleep Aids that Niall took were supposed to prevent nightmares. But, for whatever reason, Niall was plagued with bad dreams - really, they were memories; memories that Niall preferred to forget. That simple wish, the one thing that Niall ever asked for, was apparently too much to ask for.

"Dirty faggot!"

Niall began to stir - yet he remained fast asleep. His hands began to shake, as he lost hold on anything to comfort him.

"I hope you bleed to death. You deserve it."

"No," Niall whined, voice slurred in sleep. He swatted at the air - fingers extended like claws. As if that would really help him now. "No, stop..."

"Shut up! Stop moving! CUT IT OUT, FAG."

He jolted upright, and immediately ran for the bathroom. He grabbed the sides of the toliet, and began to gag. For a minute or so it was nothing but painful, meaningless choking - so bad, he could hardly breathe. Finally, however, the contents of his stomach were emptied, and he collapsed to his knees - down to the cold, tiled floor.

He wrapped his shaking arms around his knees, and rested his head on top of them. To say he was completely terrified would be an understatement.

He ran his tongue over his braced teeth, and winced at the taste. He spit, trying to rid his mouth of the taste. Opon doing this, he saw something that didn't necessarily look like spit come past his lips - a sticky, red liquid. Blood.

He let out a strangled whimper, and let his head smack on the floor. He wasn't going to move - not until things were okay again.

~-~-~

"He's not coming out."

"Shut up, Liam."

Louis hit the doorbell again, and pressed his face against the wooden door. Harry pressed up against him, and let out a small sigh.

"Maybe Liam's right."

Louis glared at him, "If you guys want to go home, fine. I don't care. But I'm staying out here until Niall answers this damn door."

Harry shrunk back, and Louis adverted his gaze to Liam, "If you hadn't been suck a dick to him, he wouldn't have run off. I just hope you realize that."

Liam looked down at the sidewalk.

Louis and Harry kept pounding on the door. It was only six at night - no way was Niall asleep. And they knew he was home - that's where their driver brought him, after all. Louis glared at Zayn, who was playing with his cell phone, "Would you get your ass off that thing and help us get him out here?"

Zayn ignored Louis, and sent out yet another text message.

To: Nialler

Ni, stop ignoring me. Are you okay? - Zayn.

Liam frowned at Louis, "Lou, come on. He's obviously not going to answer us. Like it matters anyways - we'll see him tomorrow for the concert. No way he'd miss that."

Zayn felt his phone buzz, and he looked down at the screen.

To: Zayn

Quit messaging me. Just go home. -Niall.

Zayn sighed, and slid his phone back into his pocket. Louis groaned in obvious frustration, and pulled out a hair pin from his back pocket. Liam's eyebrows pulled together, "Lou, want to explain why you carry that thing around with you?"

Louis didn't respond - just jammed the clip into the lock. After a few jerks and turns, the door clicked open. Louis stormed inside, and upstairs - the rest of the boys hot on his heels.

The first door on the right was Niall's. Liam pushed Louis aside, and opened the door himself. Ready to confront Niall about his strange behavior, the Wolverhampton lad burst in. However, Niall was nowhere in sight.

"Well, what the hell?" Liam growled irritably. "Where is the little bloke?"

"What are you guys doing here?"

At the sound of the familiar Irish accent, they all spun around to face Niall - who was dressed in his pajamas. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair stuck up in a million directions, and a frown was set on his plump red lips. He wasn't happy, that much was clear - in fact, the Irish lad looked completely miserable.

Harry stepped forward, "Ni, what-,"

Niall cut him off, "Guys, get out."

"Niall..."

"You heard me, out."

Suddenly, Liam's fist was clenched - his nails digging into his palms. He launched it forward, with absolutely no warning, and it connected with Niall's mouth.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Liam yelled. "I'm getting tired of this stupid attitude of yours!"

Niall could do nothing but hold his mouth and cry.

Liam, his best mate, the person that was supposed to know him the most; hit him. Made him bleed. Made him cry. Just like...

Niall shuddered, and pulled himself together. He placed his hands on Liam's shoulders, and shoved him, "Get out! Get out of my house!"

Liam didn't listen, "No! Tell me what's wrong! Tell me so you can stop acting like a pissy little brat!"

Niall's face was turning red - not because he was angry; because he felt a wave of humiliation hit him. Liam wouldn't understand - more likely than not, he would laugh. Niall didn't want that - Liam hated him enough as it was.

Liam hated him...