Save me tonight

A young girl by the name of Sarah is depressed. Her life is complicated and after the people who depended on her for a lot were let down and left she became suicidal. She felt like she was alone, and well she kind of was. Relationships never worked and her family would never noticed the scarred body she tried to hide. There has been many attempts to take her own life but none succeeded. She always felt like she had no future and no purpose. She felt like god wanted wanted her alive just to see her suffer. So she had one last idea. It was the only idea that would work. While in the middle of her last attempt she gets flashbacks of happy moments and love, all these people still around. But things don't go right. In the last seconds she sees and angel. Or what she thinks is angel. Will she survive? Will she know her angel?


11. Stressful Situations

Sarah's POV:

It had been a week since my first time and i had been freaking out since then. I was sure if i was pregnant or not. I went to the store and bought 5 pregnancy tests, just to be sure. Niall wasn't going to be at the hotel all day so it was the best time to do it. If he knew he'd probably get scared and leave me. And if i was i wouldn't be sure what i'd do. I went back and began my tests. This was the longest five minutes of my life and then i heard a knock at the door and a familiar voice.

Niall's POV:

I was coming home to surprise her for a romantic lunch. It had been a week since we had sex and she was acting really weird. I thought she was happy about it. Maybe she was. I think she was under a lot of stress. Her coaches and teammates meant a lot to her and thy needed a lot from her. It was difficult for her to not be at the gym everyday but she was still very happy to be with me. But the odd thing was i would hear her sobbing at night and i would ask if she were homesick or not and she would say no. She was scared of something but she wouldn't tell me what. It kind of angered me that she didn't trust me.

"Sarah, its me Niall. Open up" She opened the door.

There was a fake smile on her face i could tell. She kissed me on the lips and i entered. Usually the boys and i would just stay on the tour bus but we all had our girls with us and so we stayed in the same hotels. So we would go out to dinner together. I knew even then she was plastering a fake smile on her face.

"Tell me whats going on right now!" I yelled. I was tired of her not telling me anything. She used to. With the end of my sentence she ran to the bathroom. I ran after her but she locked the door before i got to her. I could hear that she was sick. She threw up. I needed to know what was wrong. I heard the toilet flush and a quiet sob. "Open this door right now!" I heard the door unlock.

I took a second and slowly opened the door. She was sitting on the ground, her knees to her chest sobbing. And i saw little white sticks scattered around the floor. I ran to her side and wrapped my arms around her.

"Baby calm down, tell whats going on i promise i wont be upset" i cooed to her.

"Well, uhm, i think i'm....pregnant.." She hiccuped as she cried. I held her in closer. I was terrified but i couldn't let her know that.

"How do you know that?" I asked trying hid the terror from my face.

"By this..." She said pointing to one of the white sticks on the floor that had a plus on the. Three had a plus two had a minus. So it wasn't for sure.

"Well we can go to the doctor to find out for sure" i told her and then kissed her forehead, "do you want me to stay with you tonight?"

"No you can go see louis like you planned" she said. So i lifted her chin and gave her a long kiss on the lips.

"Okay well if you need me for ANYTHING call. I will only be a few rooms down. I can get El to come see you." She nodded and i walked out the door. 'Please don't do anything stupid.' I thought. The last time i saw her like this. It would be weeks until we knew for sure. But for now this would stay between me, her louis and el. We had no idea what to do if she was but i knew it would be her choice.

Sarah's POV:

El came into the room shortly after Niall left. I was still crying on the floor. I told her the whole story and she knew i was terrified. I was only 16. A baby would ruin my life plan. I couldn't bring a child into my life when i didn't even begin my own. She stayed with me all night. She got me to stop crying and we ended up having an old fashion sleepover. We ate junk food and watched disney movies. She was really cool.

The rest of the trip for me was great. We didn't have sex again but we still had fun. It was great to be with him but now he was traveling out of the country. And i had cheer. He would be back after tour and i was going to miss him so much.

The day came and we said our goodbyes. I kept myself from crying but Niall couldn't. I knew it was adorable when he cried. I wiped away his tears grabbed his neck and kissed him passionately. He pulled me in for a hug.

"Don't you dare get in trouble. And remember your mine." I whispered in his ear.

"Baby, you're the only girl on this planet for me, you're my everything, and no girl could ever compare." He whispered back.

He was perfect. A voice in the airport speaker broke us apart. I kissed him on the cheek and turned to walk onto my plane. It was then i began to cry. I was happy to come home but it crushed me to leave him behind. He would be back at the end of october. And would try to come take me to homecoming. It was more than i could ask for.

The second week in August came and El came down to take me to the clinic. I went and they said they weren't sure if i was pregnant. But it was still a possibility. I was terrified. We still kept it between us. And the media had no idea where we were Because we went out of state to do it. Another few weeks and then Niall would be down to take me. Those were the worst weeks of my life. I was sick to my stomach but i didn't know if it was because i was pregnant or the thought of it made me sick.

Then the worst happened. Ny grandma who was the closest person to me besides Niall became terribly ill. She was in the hospital for weeks. And it made me more sick. When others were terribly sick i would feel so badly that i would get sick. I stayed in beed for a week and still kept my grades with in school. My team understood and i sat out in practice with a surgical mask on.

Tomorrow was my appointment. I would know then if my life would be dramatically changed or would stay the same.

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