[The damage is already done]
You couldn't take it anymore. You were sick and tired trying to impress people who would always find your faults. His fans weren't as understanding as you had hoped. You thought your anorexia had given it away or perhaps the long covering clothes in Summer.
They don't understand and they never will. Niall obviously doesn't either. He's been acting distant at the time you needed him most. He wouldn't make you breakfast. He wouldn't eat with you at dinner. Usually he just watches television in the lounge. He doesn't cuddle you in bed anymore.
You knew exactly where the relationship was going. But in a way you were grateful.
That when you actually did top yourself he wouldn't care. You didn't want him hurt over you. You didn't deserve his sympathy anyway. It was a good thing he had no idea what your intentions were or else he would only care out if pity.
"(Y/N). We need to talk." Niall spoke softly gesturing towards the lounge room. You had just woken up around 10 and Niall didn't waste a moment to speak to you.
Dragging yourself over and onto the couch, Niall followed. He sighed looking at his lap, a friend obvious on his face.
"I-I don't know what it is lately. Why I've felt myself detaching from you. But I have. And I'm not going to lie to myself or you. You don't deserve it." You nodded knowing what was coming. "What I'm trying to say is... I think we need a break. F-forever."
No reaction. No flinch. Nothing from you.
"I understand. I don't want you to lie to me anymore." Niall nods as he stands up.
"I already packed my stuff so I guess, I'll just go." You stared at the floor in front of you as Niall grabbed his things. The door clicked and you blinked back realizing how lost you were when your boyfriend of years had just told you didn't want anything to do with you.
"I deserve it." You whispered bringing yourself to your feet. Carrying yourself to the spare room, you shut the Dior and looked up at the hanging rope you prepared days earlier. Niall barely went into this room so you used that to your advantage.
Your feet slowly stepped onto the chair you had placed there and you gripped the rope. Ready to hang yourself.
{Niall's POV}
As I stepped out the door, I gripped the frame leaning my back onto it. The tears only built and the sobs threatened.
I didn't want this. But (Y/N)'s been acting so... distant the past couple of weeks. She had given up on the relationship well before I had.
I do love her. I thought she was, as cliche as it sounds, my soulmate. We've been together for years now and it doesn't feel right to end it. Not now. Not ever.
I began my way to my car slowly taking my keys from my pocket to fumble with them.
She didn't cry. She didn't even looked fazed. It's like she didn't even care. At that point I knew we lost what we had. I should just spoken to her. Asked her what was wrong.
It's my job to protect her isn't it? It's what I did with the fans and paparazzi. Sometimes the boys when I thought they were getting to close for my liking.
I let one chuckle leave my lips as I unlocked my car. But as soon as I clicked my door open...
I don't know what it was. A pain. An ache inside me trying to restrain my leave. What was it? Then panicked flashed through me as I dropped by keys and shot my head back to the house.
Something was trying to tell me something. I can't leave the house. I won't leave. Tears brimmed my eyes as I ran back to the front door.
I can't leave her. Call me pathetic, unmanly if that is how you perceive me. But I just couldn't.
I've been through everything with this girl inside. First time being touched. First love. We've been together through thick and thin and I was prepared to forget everything because I was to scared to ask her what was wrong. To confront the elephant in the room.
But I'm not going to this time.
As I slammed the door open and clambered through the house, I realized (Y/N) wasn't in the lounge anymore. I scoured the house to the last room where I saw her. My eyes widened as I felt my face physically pale.
There she was. Hanging from a rope around her neck.
"NO!" I screamed stumbling to her and jumping on the chair and holding her up in my arms.
I should have asked! I should have jumped onto this before it escalated! Sobs fell from my mouth as I was unable to control my emotions anymore.
Untying the knot, she fell limp as I fell of the chair. Scrambling from the floor to pull her into my hold, I wept rocking us back and forth.
She was gone. And it was my fault.
We sat there for hours, for me waiting to feel her breath inhale. But... nothing.
So I had laid her beautifully in her bed and now stood at the spot she had once stood. I tool the rope into me grip and knew I couldn't do it without her.
I was a walking doll without her. No emotion. No more determination to get through life. I would give up my perfect life for her. But she never got to know that before she died.
I wrapped the rope neck and stared down at the chair. Do I? Do I give up everything I've worked so hard for? Something everybody could only dream off.
Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply. The simple answer...
I lifted a foot ready to decide my fate.
And then...
No author note guys. Just going to let you recuperate a bit. Love you. <3
