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Niall didn't bother calling Harry. He just drove himself back home and tried not to let the tears leak down his face.

"And where have you been?" Maura shouted as Niall attempted to sneak into the house. "You were gone when I got home."

"Nowhere, Mum," Niall sighed as he scrubbed at his cheeks. "Can I just go up to my room?" He attempted to push past his mother because he really didn't feel like talking about this tonight. He just wanted to go lock himself in his bathroom and cry and maybe find the last place he put his razor.

"I'm so fucking tired of your attitude, fag!" Maura growled. As Niall tried to step back her again, she grabbed at the collar of his shirt and slapped Niall across the face.

Niall gasped as her hand connected with his cheek. "Mum!" He gasped. "Please, no!" It had been so long since she had slapped him around, and he really didn't need this tonight. "Please, my night has already been horrible."

"Why?" Maura laughed as she twisted the collar of Niall's shirt. "Why was your day so incredibly shitty?" She shoved Niall down to the ground and kicked hard into Niall's stomach.

"Please, no, Mum," Niall cried. Tears of pain were leaking down from his face. "I'll be good. I'll be good, Mummy, I promise. I'll be a good boy."

His mother gave him a look of hatred that Niall had never see before. "Go to your room, Niall," she finally surrendered. "I don't want to see your face again."

Niall shakily pulled himself from the floor as soon as his mother left the room. He stood in a hunched over position and wiped the tears from his face. What has he done to deserve this?

All he really wanted was to text Liam and ask the man to come cuddle him (and maybe kiss his stomach better), but Liam was off doing better things and completely forgetting about Niall and all the trouble the he had caused.

Speaking of Liam, Niall's phone was vibrating in his pocket, and he had a feeling it was the other boy. It was probably just him coming up with excuses as to why he couldn't be bothered to show up on time for their date.

There was no point in wiping the tears from his eyes at this point, because they continued to pour down his face as Niall walked up the stairs.

-

Liam stared down at his phone as he hoped Niall would call him back, answer, yell at him, or at least do something. He couldn't handle Niall just ignoring him. He couldn't handle not knowing whether Niall got home okay or something.

can you at least text me if you got home okay or something? Liam pleaded over text. He waited nearly ten minutes, just staring at his phone, for Niall's response.

i'm fine. Niall's response was curt. Liam breathed out a sigh of relief. At least he knew that Niall was alright.

i'm really sorry. please call me? Liam begged. Niall didn't respond.

-

The next three days were torture for Niall. Maura had locked him in his room and wouldn't let him out for meals. He had nearly cried himself out, and he had an aching for Liam.

On Thursday of that week, Maura unlocked Niall's door at let him out. By that time, his bruises had nearly faded, and it was time for him to go to school again. Granted, he should have been at school three days ago, but he suspected that Maura had kept him in for the fact that he had bruises across his cheek.

That morning, Niall picked himself up off the bed and, per usual, checked the door to see if it was locked. When he saw that it wasn't, he took it as a sign that it was time for him to go back to school. Niall took a quick shower and threw on the first clothes he found.

His sweater covered his hands as he reached down to pick up his bag. Niall wiped underneath his eyes and pushed his hair flat against his head. he decided then that maybe it would be better for him to walk to school instead of driving. He was less likely to try and end things if he walked.

Niall avoided his mother as he walked downstairs and grabbed an apple before leaving. He was careful not to slam the door (like he wanted to) as he left. He didn't need his mother any more mad at him.

Harry was bouncing around like usual when Niall arrived at school. "Hey, Nialler!" He greeted, moving to hug Niall. When the blonde moved away, he frowned. "What's up? Why haven't you been at school?"

"Don't wanna talk about it," Niall muttered as he pushed past Harry to his locker.

"C'mon, Niall!" Harry whined. "How about Liam, how is he?" Niall looked at his friend with a look of disbelief. Harry wiggled his eyebrows.

"Liam is shit, that's how he is." Niall's tone was hostile, and Harry looked shocked.

"What happened?" Harry tried to sound concerned, but he was too taken aback by Niall's sudden hostility. "Are you okay?"

Niall shook his head and looked at the ground. "I'm fine," he whispered to himself. Maybe if I keep telling myself I'm fine I'll actually be fine.

"Please don't shut me out, Niall," Harry begged softly. "You know what happened last time, please don't let it happen again."

"I'm not shutting you out," Niall muttered. "I told you, I'm fine!" He forcefully grabbed his books from his locker and slammed it shut, nearly slamming his thumb in the door in the process.

Niall stomped his way toward his class and watched as people glared at him. He ducked his head down more and hoped no one would decide to bother him that day.

Harry watched his friend stomp down the hall and cower away from anyone that got near him.

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hiiii guys

i feel like this took forever for me to update

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so i'm going to go finish up my history paper and work a bit on my gaelic

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