Don't Let Me Sink (( Narry Fanfic)) [On Hold]

Paring: Narry (( with a bit Ziall, Larry,Lilo, and Zerrie too )) -Not Famous-

Ever since a horrid moment that happened to Zayn it caused him to abuse his boyfriend Niall endlessly. No matter how much Niall loves Zayn he can't help but want to die. So one night when Zayn leaves, Niall goes to the bridge about to jump off but what happens when a boy with curly hair and emerald green eyes comes to his rescue?


25. Niall.

  I hate myself.   I know it sounds like I'm being just some kind of cry baby - but it's the truth. I despise myself in so many ways that it'll just be endless conversations.    Back at home, I was always the cheerful one. Helping people with their problems and giving them advice even when I haven't been in that situation before. It was just something common. Wake up, eat, help people, eat some more, help more people and repeat. It just became one of my daily lifestyles.   Don't get me wrong - I love helping people in any best way I can but sometimes... I can become just too trying to continue.   I'd never done any form of self harming whatsoever, thought I should put that out there.   Instead of going down that road, I focus my mind onto music. And because of music I'm actually standing here alive today.    Music made me feel like I was welcomed into the world. That I, Niall James Horan, actually had somewhere to be. Somewhere that people would just    When I first entered high school, everything seem to fold into my hands. Don’t get me wrong - it was nice to have power but still. I didn’t want it.   I didn’t want all the girls over me, begging for me to watch them do something that would try to get me in bed with them.   I didn’t want all the guys trying to be my friend or some shit.   I didn’t want all the teachers making me get good grades.   I just wanted to be left alone.   Was that too much to ask for?    No wonder I was drawn to Zayn.   Zayn.   Zayn Malik.   He was different.   Quiet, shy, mystery.   All together in one.   I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. He gave off this certain vibe that anyone would die to be near.   I even remember how I asked my friends for help since they knew I was bisexual at the time.   They told me while were playing football, just kick the ball as hard as I could..   At the time, I didn’t understand but I finally got the idea once we were outside and Zayn was siting at a tree reading a book.   When I kicked the ball, my friend ‘slip’ on a piece of paper, which made the ball go and hit Zayn in the face.   Thus, I being the one at ‘fault’, ran over to him to make sure if he was alright.     And once I looked up into his eyes, I knew I was hooked.
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