The Broken~> Narry Au(Slow updates)(boyxboy)

Prologue

BEFORE YOU START READING

THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING- BOY X BOY, DRUG ABUSE, ALCOHOLISM, SMUT, PROFANITY, SUCIDE ATTEMPTS, SELF-HARM, VIOLENCE, AND CAN TRIGGER DEPRESSION IN THOSE WHO'S DEPRESSION CAN BE TRIGGED EASILY

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NIALL'S POV

"Here's to the night I stood alone,to the night I cried so hard I couldn't breath, to the night I prayed for him to come back to me, and of course to the night where he never looked back."
-Anonymous

Rain poured smacking the pavement floor beneath my feet, my body shaking from the lack of heat. I brought my damp sweater close to my body sighing that no warmth radiated off of it. I stared off into the distance watching elegant homes; a pang evident in my chest. There it was, the one house that brought me so much pain. The house we bought together, the house that was once filled with our happiness, the one I had to sell once he left and never returned. A choked sob escaped my trembling lips as images of him completely gone once I returned home from work. I could feel endless warm tears escape my eyes; followed by weeping. I tore my gaze from the home that use to be "ours" and continued to walk in the pouring rain.

Its been three years. My life and career crumbled right beneath me. Songs turned into something painful because it reminded me of him. My guitar hasn't been touched, it stays cold by the corner of my room. Alcohol, drugs, and a cold metal blade have become my best friends. Nights turn restless. Happiness is a foreign feeling. Sometimes I wondered how my life would have been without him. Wondering if I'd still be fine and genuinely happy on my own like I use to be. But wonder is all I could do.

Was it possible to get rid of such immense pain? I hated him for destroying me, but yet I loved him; craving his presence. Was I going insane? I tried to wipe my tears to hide evidence that I had been crying, but it was impossible. I sighed in frustration before opening the door to the flat I shared with Liam and Zayn. They didn't trust me living on my own so they forced me to move in with them. I could smell Liam's famous chicken pasta wafting in the air as I entered. Zayn sat the computer desk grading student's assignments as per usual. I shut the door behind me taking off my soggy shoes. "Hey Niall." I heard Zayn's gentle voice greet me.

I looked back over to where Zayn was finding he had set down his work with a look of concern upon his features. "Hey Zayn." I mumbled trying my best not to break down.

He stood from his seat walking over to me studying my fragile figure. "Go take a hot shower, once you get out dinner will be ready." Zayn said kissing my temple gesturing for me to go up stairs and bathe.

My feet slowly made their way up the steps to my room where I grabbed my clothes planning on going to the club later on; to numb all my pain. I walked to the bathroom setting my clothes by the sink. I couldn't help but look in the mirror to see just how damaged I seemed to look, how every one noticed so quickly that I wasn't ok. My blue eyes looked dead the color pale and lifeless, dark circles settled under my eyes, my hair was no longer its dyed blonde but its original brown I never bothered dying it again, my skin was paler then usual, the empty skin was now littered in tattoos with heart breaking meanings, and my face looked sickly. I was disgusted at my appearance, regretting my decision on ever laying eyes on that mirror. I stripped from my damp clothes, getting under the warm water. Tears began falling from my eyes blending in with the water, my wrists began to crave a blade slicing through the sensitive skin; so thats what I did. Blood slid from my wrists turning the water red, my fresh cuts began to sting as hot water touched them. I sighed in content as some of my pain began to go away even if it was just for an hour. I washed my body taking a long while waiting for the blood to stop pouring.

Once finished I quickly got dressed making sure my fresh wounds were covered with my crew neck sleeves. I walked morosely to the kitchen finding Zayn and Liam laughing as they set up the table. I sat down watching how happy my two best mates were with each other; fighting tears that threatened to spill. I traced patterns on the black marble table remembering how Harry and I goofed around as we tried to set up the table when we had guests over. We never did like eating at the dining table when it was just the two of us. We rather preferred sitting on the floor, setting our steamy dinner plates on the coffee table; watching movies or tv shows which ever peaked our interest. But sadly that was three years ago, something I needed to let go but I have no strength. I missed his piercing green eyes the way they sparkled under the shimmering light of the moon, his intoxicating laugh that was music to my ears, how he knew to cheer me up when he saw I was down, and that he cared about others before himself. I missed everything about him, I hated myself for that. Missing someone who has brought nothing but pain into my life was ridiculous. I wanted to eradicate him from my memory but doing so seemed impossible. "You ok Ni?" I snapped out of my pathetic thoughts, my eyes landing on Liam who looked at me with sympathetic eyes.

I played with the food upon my plate deciding it was best to avoid looking at either Liam or Zayn. Pity was all I've ever gotten from anyone now a days for the past three years. I was getting sick of being treated like a fragile piece of glass that could break with one gentle touch; even if in some ways I was. I didn't want sympathy anymore I just wanted someone to tell me to "Suck it up." For a change. "When am I ever ok?" I said taking a small bite of my pasta.

Liam sighed turing his gaze towards Zayn who bit his lip nervously, Liam motioned his hand towards me gesturing for Zayn to say something. Confused I looked at both of them waiting for anything to come out of their mouths. Zayn nodded his head slowly, weakly smiling once his full attention was on me. "Well, we talked to Louis today. He had some news to share with us..." Zayn paused his chocolate brown eyes landing on Liam almost as if he was looking for reassurance. Liam gave a small nod before wrapping his arms around Zayn kissing his cheek tenderly. "He had a special visitor that wanted to of course see him and Calum and meet their baby daughter. He just moved back to London after being gone for such a long time. What I'm saying is... Harry came back to London."

In that moment everything froze, my hearing blurred. I could feel hot tears hit my pale cheeks; a loud sob followed. My breathing became rapid while I clenched onto the table for dear life feeling as if I would die or possibly have a heart attack. I couldn't help but keep screaming "No!" Or "Thats not true!" Liam and Zayn had ran to my side trying to mollify my panic attack but nothing seemed to work. I didn't want to be touched let alone be in this house where the air seemed heavy. I pushed both of my mates out of my way scurrying for the exit. My legs began to take off in a fast sprint trying to get out of my neighborhood to the nearest club with alcohol and drugs. Harry was back in town and I couldn't help but feel immense hatred towards him.

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So this was the prologue!

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That picture to the side is how Niall will look in this story.

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