Chapter One

                                    

                                          
Chapter One
                          
*WARNING: CONTAINS SELF HARM, AND SOMEONE GETS HURT SOOO YEAH IM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YA READ*
                          
Dying. That's what it felt like. The blood dripped down his arm and onto the white tile floor. One by one, the droplets fell with tiny pitter patters. He dropped his razor onto the floor and let his arm stick out of the warm, comfortable bath. His head leaned back, his baby blue eyes bloodshot. A million thoughts rushed through his head. What if he died right now? What if he hit a vein and nothing could bring him back to life? Would anybody care? "Probably not..." he said softly to himself, as a single tear streamed down his cheek and fell into the bathtub with a little splash. He felt no pain. Absolutely nothing. It was almost as if this entire thing had been a...
                          
Dream. It was quite a dream. Niall awoke, shivering widly under the white covers. His heart raced at the speed of sound. The boy sat up in the bed and looked into his mirror across the room. He touched his face, making eye contact with his reflection. He was still on Earth... alive and healthy. Oh what a dream that was. He rose from his bed and slipped on his plain, gray slippers and walked out of his bedroom. The old floors of his London flat creaked as he walked to his kitchen and boiled himself some water for tea.
                          
Suddenly, his drunk father stormed in, coming home from another night of partying.
                          
"Oh hi dad." Niall said, smiling slightly, "How are you doing?"
                          
"Shut up." Bobby snapped, then went to stand by the stove, "I've had a rough night don't talk to me."
                          
"I-I'm sorry dad but.. are you alright?"
                          
"Yeah I'm fine why do you ask, you idiot? Does it look like I'm not alright?"
                          
His voice was raspy and tired sounding.
                          
"Well, you look a little flushed..."
                          
Niall walked over to his father to feel his forehead. Suddenly, he felt a burning sensation coming down his stomach. Bobby had spilled the hot water all over Niall...
                          
"Fuck!" Niall yelled out in pain, clutching his stomach as he ran to the bathroom. The pain was unbearable. He stood over the sink and lifted his shirt, then poured cold water all over his stomach, biting his bottom lip, trying hard not to cry out again. Using "hell" as a way to describe the pain would be an understatement. The burn was definitely second degree. He wrapped a towel around his frail body and just laid there on the cold tile floor for a short period of time. He had to get ready for school.
                          
He did his morning routine, (brushing his teeth, applying deodorant, etc). He winced when he had to bend over to pick up his clothes. After he was done, he went to his bedroom and changed into a plain white tee, blue jeans, and forest green Chucks. He grabbed his bag off the kitchen floor and saw his father snoring on the couch as he passed by the living room. After that, he headed out the door and took the elevator downstairs.
                          
A half hour later, after taking a bus and walking a half mile, Niall arrived at a brick building called Hell... Er.. the Tottenham High School. He was greeted by Zayn, the school bully, who was standing by his locker.
                          
"How are you today, faggot?" Zayn questioned him, an evil smirk spread across his pink lips.  
                          
Niall tried to ignore him. Casually, he placed his school bag in the locker. Just as he was about to walk to Algebra, he was pinned against the wall by Zayn.  
                          
"I asked you a question, faggot!" he yelled angrily, his hazel eyes wild.  
                          
"I-I could be better, Zayn.." Niall replied, stuttering. Zayn's body was pressed up against his, rubbing against his very sensitive, burned abs.  
                          
Niall heard a smack, then the rush of pain creeping up his cheek.
                          
"What the fuck!" he heard another boy's rather high pitched voice yell. Suddenly, a pair of pale arms were pulling Zayn off of Niall.
                          
"What the fuck, Zayn?" the brown haired boy asked him. He had an accent, and Niall couldn't really tell where he had heard it before.
                          
"S-Sorry.." Zayn replied, his teeth chattering slightly. From his quiet spot by the locker, Niall could see something in his eyes. Was it fear?
                          
The boy let go of Zayn and he scurried away like a zoo animal being released into the wild. He then turned to Niall, showing himself completely.  
                          
Niall examined him. His brown hair was swept to the side, his skin was pale, his eyes were like the ocean. He was wearing a striped black & white v-neck that showed off his collarbones, and a pair of black jeans. His outfit reminded Niall of a mime.
                          
"Thank you." Niall spoke softly, unable to project his voice.
                          
"You're welcome.", the boy replied, a warm smile spread across his lips, "Well hi. I'm Louis."