The Good In Me [Ziam]

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‼️Warning: there will be mention of addiction, depression, anxiety and self harm.‼️

Please don't read if you're not comfortable with these topics. If any of you need someone to talk to I am here❤️

"Please Niall just take it" Zayn pleads pushing the food in front of him on a tray "the doctor says to try eating solid foods" Niall only shakes his head and ignores the food in front of him despite his stomach growling

"I could hear that you're hungry come on, you love food" Niall shakes his head again but Zayn didn't stop "Niall if you do-"

"I-I said no" he croaks out and throws the tray of food off his bed. Zayn jumps up when feeling some of the orange juice fall on his lap, he looks down at the mess his grumpy friend just made.

"What the hell!" Niall ignores him and turns his body over so that he was laying down as he faces the window. The dark haired lad rolls his eyes and leaves the room without cleaning up. He purposely slams the door and returns to his own room, slamming the door as well.

He was completely furious and annoyed. He pulled at his hair and he sat on his bed and squeezed his eyes shut because of the cravings he was feeling at the moment. His temptations were getting the best of him and he wanted nothing but to feel that burning sensation up in his nose, just so he could feel good for a few hours but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't do that to Niall, Liam or to himself.

The past two weeks have been hell for him, after bringing Niall home from the hospital, Zayn would spend days with terrible withdrawals. He wasn't sleeping, he couldn't get out of bed and when he would sleep it would just result in him screaming in the middle of the night from having a nightmare. He felt so weak and hated himself because Niall had to take care of him when it should've been the other way around.

A loud yell woke Niall up and when he thought he was hearing things, he was wrong, because soon there was another yell and a bang against the wall. He knew something was up because it sounded like a painful cry. He jumped out of bed and winces at the pain in his side that was still healing but shook it off before hurrying to the next room that the noise was coming from.

He heard the cries grow louder as he got closer. He brings his hand to the doorknob and swings the door open to reveal Zayn curled up on his bed with his pillows and blankets discarded on the ground. He rushes to him the best he could since his body still felt sore. He saw his cheeks covered in tears and his forehead covered in sweat. His hair was in a disarray, some of it soaked from his sweat and his muscles were tensed as he held onto the sheets under him tightly like he was scared to get pulled away from it.

Niall gently places his hand on Zayns shoulder to wake him up because he could tell he was having a nightmare. Zayn only responded with a louder cry, trying to move away from Nialls touch. He kicked the wall and started breathing heavy through his cries.  Niall was beginning to become more distressed and wanted to yell at Zayn to wake up but he couldn't so he got on the bed, putting both his hands on his shoulders to shake him more vigorously.