Just Love Me Already

Olivia and Niall were a happy couple, that is until one text message threatened to ruin both of their lives forever. Drastic decisions, second chances, backstabbing lies and doing the unthinkable all occurs between what the world thinks of as "the power couple." But, we will see that how one word can change a persons life forever.


30. JLMA Ch. 28 (Part 2)

*Niall's POV*

I drove as fast as I could even though I didn't know where I was going. I called her about 7 times and they all went to voicemail. "Hi this is Olivia, sorry I can't come to the phone right now because I'm out living my life!" She also added a little giggle at the end which made my heart melt more and more every time I called her. I grew very frustrated and hot tears ran down my cheeks. I then called Harry. "Hello?" "Harry where is Olivia staying?" "At her old roommates why-" I hung up the phone because I knew exactly where she was and had very little time to get there.
*Olivia's POV*
I held the sharp little razor blade in my hand. I titled it from side to side in my palm so I could see it shine in the different angles of light. I grabbed the edge and pressed the razor gently into my skin. I winced but then relaxed as I continued the cut from one side of my wrist to the other. I dropped the razor and let it bounce slightly against the tiled bathroom floor. Small trickles of blood oozed down the sides of my wrist and formed small blood drops on the floor. I shut my eyes and for once in my life I felt like I was invisible. The only harm I was causing was towards my own self. The pain felt so good that I picked up the bloody razor once again and laid it on my skin. My hands trembled but I couldn't stop myself. I shut my eyes but I couldn't force myself to make the second incision, a silent hand had stopped me. "Please stop." He whispered. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Niall sitting next to me. I looked to him and then back down at the blade, ready to puncture my skin. "Don't cut your skin please." he whispered out of breathe. He slowly reached down and grabbed the blade out of my weak and trembling hand and placed it next to him on the rim of the bathtub. He looked down to the still oozing blood coming from my wrist. "Why are you here?" I asked not rudely but in curiosity. He waited a few seconds before answering, "Harry gave me your diary that you left. I hope you don't mind, but I I read through it a bit." "That's why you're hear then huh? You thought I was going to commit suicide right?" "Yah that's why I came and yah I did think that you were going to hurt yourself." "Are you disappointed?" "No." "Im going to leave London." "No your not." "Your right, I have no money. I quit my job." "Im sorry that you quit your job." I shrugged. We sat in silence, just watching the blood run and drip from my wrist. "You're losing a lot of blood." he finally said. "It feels so good." I told him. "I know but you have to try and stop." He said. "I won't stop, I've never felt this good in so long." "And I won't try to stop you." he said. "I only want you to be happy and if this somehow makes you happy then I won't try to stop you." he added. He picked up the bloody blade and placed it closer to me as he got up. Before he could leave the bathroom, I stopped him. "You make me happy." I told him softly. He turned to face me and just looked me sincerely in the eyes. "If I make you happy, can I stop you?" He asked stepping closer. I contemplated for about twenty seconds before silently nodding my head yes. Niall grabbed a towel and dampened it with sink water. He gently applied pressure to the wound and silently waited for the blood to eventually stop. He then placed a huge bandage in my wrist and looked back up at me. I looked down to him and gave him the slightest of a smile. "I'm sorry." He finally said before he broke down to tears.
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