11

                                    

                                          
"Louis." Niall sighed as he walked down my stairs to get into my room.
                          
"What?" I whispered out and curdled into my blankets more.
                          
"You've been in here for a week, you need to get some fresh air."
                          
"I'm not going to school Niall."
                          
"Did I say school?" he asked and sat down on my bed.
                          
"No." I said sitting up a little.
                          
"Then you're not going. We just need to get you out of this room. It's starting to smell."
                          
"Thanks."
                          
"Louis." he sighed. "Can you please stop being so sad."
                          
"I'm depressed Niall."
                          
"I know what happened was bad."
                          
"Fucking terrible."
                          
"But you can't let it run your life Lou. You need to get your ass up and laugh about it as you're drinking a Starbucks coffee that cost you about five dollars." 
                          
"Niall." I said looking at him with dead eyes. "No."
                          
"Louis." he said getting annoyed. 
                          
"No Niall." I said raising my voice. "I'm sad, I'm hurt, I'm tired, and I'm fucking sick. I'm sick of everything. Sick of school, sick of people, sick of Liam, sick of Harry, sick of life, and sick of me."
                          
"Lou-"
                          
"Stop Niall!" I said yelling at him and Niall did a double take. 
                          
"You know what." Niall said getting up. "I stayed home all week to help you and try to calm you down, but all you do is yell at me, sleep all day, and not appreciate me or anything." 
                          
"Niall!" I said in shock.
                          
"No." he said shaking his head. "I get you're depressed but get over yourself Lou. You've been in bed for a week since prom. You even got the pass from mom's to not return to school for the rest of the year since there's only two weeks left. God, you are their favorite so I shouldn't be so surprised."
                          
"Niall I'm depressed." I cried out.
                          
"Yeah well I was too."
                          
"When?"
                          
"Are you serious?" Niall asked like he just saw a ghost.
                          
"Yeah." I nodded.
                          
"After I got adopted when I was eight I got bullied a lot because I was the only Irish and adopted kid in the whole school. I got tormented and bullied every damn day. Moms kept sending me to school and never let me take a week or two off, even after one of the kids threatened me with a knife in the bathroom in fifth grade when I was 10."
                          
"I never knew that."
                          
"I know you didn't. You didn't know because I wasn't allowed to make it a big deal."
                          
"Why?"
                          
"Because moms couldn't have anything bad happen to me the first few years after they adopted me and they didn't want me taken back. But do you remember how I was chubby in middle school?"
                          
"Yeah." I nodded.
                          
"Well that's because I didn't lay in bed all day depressed when I was getting bullied. I ate. I ate my feelings away until I felt better, which was never. So I gained so much weight and I got bullied worse. So in eighth grade I went to a fat camp."
                          
"You said you where going to a summer camp."
                          
"I lied Lou and that's why I came back buff and with blonde hair."