Kiss me.

Narry fic. Kat+Hazz, Livi+Nialler. Sad story JSYN, triggering. [maybe,] if your like 8, then don't read this. Swearing [no not sexual] but involves self harm.


1. Come with me

All I wanted was a friend, someone to demand to see my wrists everyday, and break down at what they saw.
What I got was so much more. I got someone who cared, really cared.
I met Niall on the ledge of a building. One of my feet already off the platform, the other one steadily planted on the cold still ledge. At that moment my mind was blank, I knew why I was doing this. I didn't want to die, I just wanted to stop the pain.
His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me off the ledge.
"What the fuck are you doing?! Who are you?! Get off me!"
"Calm down, I'm saving you. My names Niall."
He let me down, I straightened my old tank , turned around, too see an adorable blonde kid with eyes brighter than the sky.
"Why were you up there?" He asked, sitting down. What the fuck? He literally pulled me off a building and sat down, expecting me to explain myself to him.
"Why should I tell you? You don't care, you don't even know me."
"I care. I would like to get to know you. Sit down, talk to me."
I sat down, doubting that this could hurt. He'll probably see how fucked in the head I am and leave. Then I can kill myself.
"So Niall, why are you so interested in me? Why are you even up here?"
"Stress, I went outside, and I saw you on the ledge, pacing. I ran up the stairs. I'm interested in you because if your going to die, you must have a reason. Ad plus your fucking beautiful, why are you standing on the ledge of a building? You should be out, with friends. What's your name?"
"Olivia, I have reasons. My so called 'friends' are all tools, and I have no idea who you are. I'm not beautiful, I've been told a few hundred too many times."
"So Liv, your not gonna tell me your reasons? I'd like to be your friend, if you'll have me. And you really are beautiful, you just don't know it. I'm 19, I'm in a band. One Direction."
"Never heard of it. Wait, maybe.. I think I've heard the name. I'm 18, and sure you can be my friend." For the last hours of my life.
"I've never been enough, I'm a fuck up, I'm stupid, ugly, worthless really. I can never live up to peoples expectations. I honestly just hate it here in general. I was diagnosed with major depression at 12years old. Need I say more? I have reasons to die." Instead of answering me, he just hugged me, at first I didn't know what to do, but it was so cold in London, when your only wearing a tank top, and plus he was super warm. I hugged him back. It's been so long since I actually hugged someone.
"Your not ugly, and I doubt your stupid. If you were worthless why would you be alive? People shouldn't expect you to be more than you already are. I can't beleive that, 12!"
"Why, why do you even care? You say your in a band, and for all I know you could be top of the charts, why are you even talking to me? I should be dead."
"You don't deserve to die. Please come off the building." He looked at me with those blue eyes. God damnit.
"W-where would I go? I have no where, I have no one." I felt that terrible feeling you get before you start crying, where your nose starts hurting, and your eyes sting. No you will not cry infront of this stranger. Stop.
"Come with me," was all he said before he stood up, and reached out his hand,

I took it.
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