Scars // Niall Horan

Scars // Niall Horan

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I hate life. Simple as that. I can't seem to ever find happiness, and when I do, I somehow loose it through the cracks of my fingers. Like its clear liquid running and I just can't stop it from flowing. That's one reason I self harm. My scars tell my story, you just have to be keen and understanding enough to make out the words. My scars are like some new language you've never spoken or seen. People never seem to understand me. My moms a bitch, my dad's a man whore. Oh and my love life isn't so well either. All this changed when I met him. Blue eyes, blonde hair. His name is Niall. He came into my life and never left. Most people leave me because I'm "fake" or a "slut" or I'm just not good enough. No, Niall's different. He helped me through so much, I can't ever thank him enough, but I don't think he can read the scars on my skin well enough. I don't think he understands the relief of the blade cutting and releasing blood. Maybe he does, maybe he don't. Do you want to know what my story is? Or do you want to be another person to give up when I need you the most? This is the story of me, Diana.
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WARNING: This fanfic may be triggering. He was the one; I didn't realize it till now...till he was gone. My best friend Niall Horan has always been the smiley, laughing, care free kind of guy, but then I noticed something about him. Scars started to appear on his arms, more and more every week. And I noticed that the funny, care free boy I used to know, changed. His smile started to fade, and he did along with it. I did manage to help him, for a while he was clean. But he still wasn't happy. I never asked why he did it; I thought it was too personal. But I always wondered why? Why would he do that to himself? He was so handsome, and funny, I would even say perfect. And it wasn't until now, that I noticed how much I really loved him. I did anything for him, I got anything for him, I just wanted to see my friend happy again. The crazy thing was, he needed me to be there for him, but in reality I needed him to help me. I guess it wasn't enough, because one day everything in my life changed. This is the story of how I lost my best friend and the first boy I've loved. -end of prologue-

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