Chapter 20:
Niall’s POV: I woke up this morning just thinking about Taylor and wondering what she won’t tell me. I get up, get ready, and go over her house. “Hey Niall what are you doing here?” She walks out side with in her pajamas and I throw my jacket around her so she doesn’t get cold. “Taylor we need to talk.” I see her face go from calm to worried in 1 second. I hate when people say that to because I know it’s always bad stuff. “Sure what’s wrong Nialler?” We walk to the field again and sit against the tree watching the clouds float into shapes of random things. “Taylor we need to perfectly honest with each other from here on out. If you don’t want to tell the truth then we aren’t going to date because I don’t want an untruthful relationship.” She sits there with the wind blowing in here hair and I notice she is about to cry. “The truth is going to kill you Niall I don’t want you being hurt...” I cut her off with my anger showing a little bit. “Taylor it won’t kill me, at the most it’ll only hurt me. If you don’t tell me the truth than were over.” She sits there with complete silence and just stares into the sky trying to configure shapes of the clouds. “TAYLOR ANSWER ME!” She sits up and looks me straight in the eyes. “You want me to tell you the truth then here it is, I lied about those meetings there are none. What the doctor told me was that if I cut myself one more time then I’m dead! Now u see why I didn’t tell you?! It’s that bad and I know it’s going to kill you inside that I’m on the verge of death Niall.” She walks away and I watch her fade away from my sight.
Taylor’s POV: I hope he is happy now that I told him the truth. I can’t believe he threatened to breakup with me when I’m still recovering. I ran to my room as soon as I got home and I threw everything that was in my way. I was furious to this point and just wanted to punch a wall or cut myself. It gave me an idea, I ran into the bathroom and lock the door and search for my blade. I throw stuff on the ground; throw stuff at the wall I can’t find it. I walk around in a panic. I pace back and forth, run my hands threw my hair with anger and take deep breaths furiously. The door handle starts moving gently, then shaking, then rapidly moves all over the place. A voice on the other side of the door screams for mercy to open the door. “TAYLOR OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!!” I step away from the door and sit in the bathtub. I get up and have an idea in mind. I step in front of the sink and clench my hand into a fist. I pull my arm back for more power and release it into the mirror. Glass shatters everywhere, on the floor, across the table top. My hand is full of cuts and is bleeding. Ignore the glass shatters in my skin and look for a decent size piece. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THERE?! OPEN THIS FUCKIGN DOOR RIGHT NOW TAYLOR!” I ignore the voice and step back into the tub. I hear the door crashing as they kick it with anger and the urge to stop me. They keep kicking door as it starts to split down the middle. "I love you Nialler, don't forget about me."
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