Addicted

'One Directions boy banders aren't telling us something.'
'One Directions Niall Horan, hiding secrets from his fans?'
'Is Niall Horan really out for his knee, or is there something more to it?'

Just one more hit.
Just one more puff.
Just one more pill.
Just one more cut.
Just one more until, maybe, it'll be to late
.With each pill Niall pops, the higher and happier he gets. The more he laughs. The more his smile reaches his eyes.
But how long can false happiness, in fact keep him happy? How long can the razor gliding across his skin make him feel alive? How long can the pills and cigarettes and drugs help him numb the pain? How much more could Niall Horan take until he's had enough?
The only thing that keeps him wanting to stay is his bandmate. One who he fell in love with, and has been hiding his feeling sfor for three years.. One who doesn't even know he exists anymore.
Louis Tomlinson.
The one who can make him smile while he's sober. The one who can make him happy without a razor being in his hand...Or use too..
The two boys stopped speaking after Louis started dating, model, Eleanor Calder. Louis became colder, and the words became more hurtful toward the Irish boy...And as much as Niall wants to stay for him, he feels himself slipping more and more into deaths trap...
With Louis no were to save him...

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