Behind Closed Doors *Narry*

"It's times like these that I wish I was old enough to grab a pair of shoes, and a thin coat and run away. Run into the night, arms flailing. I would pretend I was flying, or falling and my heart would beat fast and hard against my ribs and I would smile. I'd smile this big, giant smile and I'd be happy. I'd pump my legs faster and faster and not pay attention to my surroundings because, who cares? I'd pretend I was the only one in the world and I was conquering all. And I'd be happy. Maybe not for long, but for a percentage of a second. And it'd be worth it. It's times like these I wish I had someone calling my cellphone telling me they're outside,waiting at two something in the freaking morning. Without warning me of the adventure ahead of us! We'd sail into the night in an old run down car, my body hanging out the window and my hair whirling around my face in an ungrateful but appreciated fashion. I'd be content with doing anything as long as it's spontaneous and exciting! I'd imagine doing these things and then I'd remember, who'd do them with me?" Niall seems happy, he seems perfectly content with life but really, behind closed doors, it's a completely different story. Trigger warning- Eating Disorders/Depression/Self Harm