Light On {Niam Love Story}

Seven-

A/N: Hello there dolls. Recently, I've had quite the great strike of inspiration for this story - but not my others. I'm trying to make this story as perfect as I can, and I guess that lead to a withdrawl for the people that love the other stories I have written. So, I was going to go work on one of those, but then I realized that this story was up to 499 views. I hope you realize that that is one away from five hundred. And I got happy, okay? Honestly, you have no idea how much this means to me. Anywho, the song for this chapter is Never Too Late by Three Days Grace. I'll try to make the next chapter have a 'normal-people-music' song, yeah? This is dedicated to XxKristalxX because her comment made me smile - just as all of them do. Oh, yeah - you, um, might want to get the tissues out for this one. Can't promise you that your emotions won't spill out of your body, because I know that minde did. That crap being said and done, enjoy. <3

"The world we knew, won't come back. The time we lost, can't get back. The life we had, won't be ours again."

Shaking, fingers trembling, Niall turned on his monitor - he couldn't use his laptop, considering he had destroyed it in his fit of rage. He chewed his inner lip for a second before scrolling over Google Chrome. His fingers raced over the keys;

Why do people cut themselves?

It took a few seconds for Google to come up with millions upon millions of results - 249,000,000, to be exact. Niall clicked on the second link, and read;

"It is often hard to describe exactly why people cut themselves. Some people do it out of pain - or any other strong emotions. Some do it as they find it to be an escape - or because they find pleasure out of it. Some even do it for attention. Some do it because they long to feel something other than numbness. Some do it as relief."

Some people do it out of pain.

Some do it as they find it to be an escape.

Some do it as relief.

Relief? Pain? Escape?

Why would people cause themselves pain, if they already were in pain? More importantly, what kind of relief could something like cutting bring?

It happened once, but I felt...weird. Disgusting, if you will.

I didn't tell my mum; I was scared, to be honest. What if he did it again?

I didn't know how to cover my pain - until, that is, one of my friends introduced me to her method of relief. Self-Harm.

Once I made one little cut, I didn't stop.

As stupid as it sounds, it brought me so much relief - I became dependant on my razor. If I didn't cut, I didn't feel better.

Niall stopped the video - he had heard enough. Did cutting help? Did it really bring relief, like this girl had said? Niall wanted to know.

But was he really going to do this?

Yes, he decided. He opened up his night stand, and came across the object he kept just in case he needed a bit of protection - his Quick Blade. He flipped it open, and stared. It was small; probably couldn't do much damage. Small, sharp blade - it gleamed in the light of his room. It was still something - Niall didn't doubt it could make a cut, even if it was just a tiny one.

He looked down at his wrist, and trembled as he placed the blade on the surface of his skin. Slowly, ever so slowly, he dragged it across.

Nothing happened - no blood, no cut. Not even a scratch.

He tried again - only this time, he put more pressure on the yellow, plastic handle.

A little too much pressure, he figured, once he moved the blade and saw the blood. He began to shake, to tremble - he was scared. The somewhat thin stream of deep red liquid dribbled down - off his arm, slowly making its' way towards the floor.

Anxiously, Niall grabbed a T-Shirt off the floor, and pressed it gently to the wound - making him hiss in pain when he felt the sting. Nevertheless, he pressed it down - flinching once he saw the blood soak through.

Too deep! Too deep! TOO FUCKING DEEP!!

With his arm that wasn't in the middle of rapidly shaking, he grabbed his phone. He scrolled through his contact list, and tapped on Zayn's name.

Ring...

Ring-

"Hello?"

Niall felt like he had no time to waste, "Z-Zayn, don't even talk. Just come over - right now. I don't care what you're doing. Just come over - PLEASE."

Obviously, Zayn got the message - once Niall heard the call end, he knew Zayn was already on his way. He also knew, that he was in trouble - with the boys, with management, with pretty much everyone in the media.

Like that was really what he needed right now.

~-~-~

There were no words spoken when Zayn practically busted Niall's door down to find his blond friend dizzy and disoriented.

No words spoken when they were driving to the emergency room.

No words spoken when the doctors had to bring them Niall in for a blood transfusion.

Zayn had called the boys - and they all sped their way to the hospital.

They didn't speak to each other. Louis was glaring at Liam - mentally blaming the lad for everything that was happening. Louis had a theory - he believed that Niall resorted to cutting himself because Liam wasn't there to be the best mate Niall thought he had.

Harry stared down at the ground and he wrung his fingers. He didn't understand why someone like Niall would do something like...that.

Zayn sat in silence. He was wearing a completely straight-face. Yet, inside, he was having a mini-anxiety attack. If only he would've gotten there sooner - would it have made a difference?

Liam was silent. He didn't say anything. He wasn't thinking straight - his thoughts were moving all too fast for his liking. Everything that he came up with all led to the one primary thought that all of the lads were wondering - why?

The doctor came out of Niall's room about four hours after he entered, "Niall's fine. He'll need to be monitored, and I strongly recommend anti-depressants, or maybe seeing a therapist. Onto his physical state, he may get dizzy sometimes - but that's normal in this situation. The bandages on his wrist will need to be changed every so often, and that's about it. The operation went smoothly, and yes, he is awake. If any of you would like to see him, you may - just take note that he is quite stressed at the moment, and you must remain calm around him."

While Louis, Zayn, and Harry started for Niall's room, Liam headed for the exit.

He would talk to Niall in private.

*So this update was supposed to be longer, but Wattpad doesn't like me today, so this is what you get. Sorry. :c *