Saving You.//n.h

112.

-Heather's P.O.V

I placed the plate of bacon and pancakes on the table with the carton of orange juice before walking down the hall into Niall's bedroom, pushing the door open. Maddie was sleeping on top of him, Niall's arms wrapped around the small little girl. They were both snoring quietly, Maddie had a line of drool hanging from her mouth.

"Come on, breakfast is done." I announced, Niall let out a loud groan before I turned away and went back into the kitchen. It was nine thirty and I had been up since seven, calling the closest therapy center that was around and managed to get Niall an appointment. I was glad that he finally agreed to help, but I was still mad. Maddie and Niall came stumbling into the kitchen, their hair tossled all over.

"Oo, bacon!" Maddie screamed, getting on the chair. She grabbed a handful of bacon and dropped it onto her plate before shoving some into her mouth, Niall piling his plate with pancakes. I leaned against the counter while I watched them eat, Niall not making eye contact with me. Guess I'll start the conversation.

"After this you have your first appointment." I told him, drinking from the warm mug. He glanced up at me, chewing his food before speaking.

"Okay," he spoke quietly. "What time is it at?" I glanced at the clock.

"Around noon, you have time. While you get ready I'll take Maddie home." She let out a loud whine, looking at me.

"I want to see grandma, please!" She begged, her blue eyes wide. I sighed and shrugged.

"We'll see, I'm going to visit her later on tonight." She nodded and continued eating, Niall cleared his throat.

"How is she?" I bit my lip and shrugged.

"She's not doing well." I muttered, nibbling on my nail. He nodded, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. I raised an eyebrow at him before Maddie grabbed her plate of food and rushed into the living room, hearing the Dora theme song.

"You know I drugged you," he paused. I felt my stomach twist. "Why did you drug yourself? I mean, unless you're doing drugs.." he trailed off, eyeing me suspiciously. I huffed.

"No I'm not doing drugs. And I did it because I wanted to know if you were actually drugging me, I could tell by the way the needle pinched my neck that you were doing it." He frowned, "and Zayn told me that I should just test it out before I started hissing at you." He scoffed.

"Seriously? Why in the world would you listen to Zayn? He's higher than a kite at least every other day." He rolled his eyes, "and, you started bitching at me before you could even tell if I was drugging you." I raised an eyebrows.

"The red dots on your arms explain." He suddenly went quiet and looked down at his arms, and I nearly felt like breaking down from just looking. Someone as perfect as him shouldn't harm themself, it breaks my heart seeing it. I've never wanted this to happen.

"I'm going to shower." He spoke up, "i'm finished with breakfast." He stood from the table before disappearing down the hallway, hearing the bathroom door shut. I ran my hands through my hair before collecting his plate off the table, staring out the window.

I hope this therapist can really help him.

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Niall and I entered the large building, his hands shoved deeply into his black skinny jeans. It was warm out, and I don't understand how he was wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans, but I let him be. An older man was at the front desk going through his files, glancing up at me.

"Niall Horan for twelve." He hummed in response before reaching for a clipboard with papers on it, handing it to me.

"Just sign this out and she should be out soon." I thanked him before Niall and I took a seat on the brown couch, handing Niall the paper work. He sighed before scanning over the paper, filling in a few things but he was struggling. His hands were shaking and his breathing was heavy, I looked up at him.

"Niall?" I questioned quietly, he glanced down at me. "Niall, what is it?"

"I can't do this, I can't do it." He shook his head dropping the clipboard onto the floor, lacing his shaky hands together. I picked up the clipboard and rubbed his back, his face buried into the palm of his hands.

"Here, I'll sign it out for you. Okay?" He nodded and tried calming down his breathing while I signed out the information sheet, glancing up at him every minute.

"Do you have water?" I nodded grabbing the water bottle from my purse, handing it to him. He untwisted the cap before he started drinking it, holding the bottle with both hands. I continued filling out the sheet, when I noticed Niall scratching at his legs through the fabric of his jeans.

"What did you take?" I questioned, waiting for his response.

"Why?"

"That's what the paper says." He paused before letting out a shaky sigh.

"Cocaine, herione, molly and pot." He murmured, I bit my lip and checked the 'yes' box for smoking.

"I love you, okay? You're going to be fine." I whispered, he nodded and chewed on his bottom lip.

-Niall's P.O.V

"Niall could you please answer at least a few questions?" The therapist sighed, most likely annoyed and irritated by my silence. I continued nibbling on my nail, my leg bouncing up and down quickly. The therapist, I believe her name was Joanne, not really sure, told me that Heather wasn't aloud back in the room with us.

I needed her with me, I can't do this alone. The room was small, a white round table in the center of the room. I felt as if the room was shrinking, closing me inside. I stood up from the metal chair before rushing towards the door, I sprinted down the hall, ignoring the calls of my name.

I needed Heather, I needed her with me right now. I needed her to hold me and tell me that I'm going to be okay and that I won't be alone.

I stopped in the waiting room, looking for Heather. But she wasn't in here, I could feel my heart beat fasten and my hands shake, my eyes scanning frantically for her. I looked over when I heard a door open, Heather walking out of the bathroom. She looked up at me, shocked with a smile on her face.

"Hey, how'd it go?" I rushed towards her before wrapping my arms around her tightly, my hands clutching onto her shirt with my face buried into her hair.

"Please don't make me do that again," I whispered. "Please don't." She shushed me while rubbing my back, my grip on her tightening.

I can't do this alone.

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"Here." Heather placed the sandwhich and fries on the table in front of me, the couch dipping when she sat next to me. I continued nibbling on my nails, that were now short. She sighed and pulled my hand away from my mouth gently, holding them into her hands. "Calm down, I'm right here." She murmured.

"I can't go back there." I told her, my eyes wide. "I won't go back, their going to say I'm crazy and lock me up in a asylum or something." I shook my head, shivers running down my spine at the thought. She let out a breathless laugh, sitting in front of me.

"Ni, they won't put you in the asylum. If anything, it'd be rehab. But listen to me, if the therapist isn't working." She sighed playing with my hair, "we're going to need a second choice." I looked down at the ground, closing my eyes.

"I'm scared." I told her, "I need you here with me." I whispered, she leaned forward and kissed me softly.

"I'm right by your side baby, forever and always."

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Two updates because I'm bored and don't feel like doing my homework. :p