In The End - Problems

Sequel to In The End-
Kathy and Niall are finally happy and everything seems to be going well. But there is always going to be problems...


12. What have I done?!

Niall's P.O.V

Once Kathy left the room silence fell upon us. The guilt of what I had just done hit me hard. With every minute the pain of losing someone I loved was hitting me again and again. But there was no one else to blame but me, it was all my fault! What have I done?! I was still angry and obviously upset that Kathy and Harry had kept this from me but I-I think I over reacted... I still loved Kathy, more than anything. But I don't know if she would forgive me for what I just did. Is not as if she cheated on me or anything. I heard someone clear their throat and I suddenly remembered Harry was still in the room with me. Lowering my arm which was still pointing towards the door Kathy had just walked out through, I looked from the door to Harry.

"I'm really sorry mate... I see now, and I'm sure Kathy does to, that we should have told you ourselves and way before now.." His voice was sincere and was visibly upset. I sighed pulling him into a hug that I think we both needed. All I kept thinking was how much I wished Harry was Kathy right now, how much I wished Kathy and I could sort it all out just as quickly, how much I wished I had never told Kathy to leave... But I knew none of these things could happen. And most likely would not happen for a while. Tears began streaming down my cheeks as the pain hit me harder than ever before.

Kathy's P.O.V

As soon as I got home I dropped my bag on the floor, pressed my back to the wall and slid down to the floor. Tears falling down my face at a rapidly alarming pace as all the pain washed over me all at once. Bringing my legs up to my chest I wrapped my arms around them, trying to keep myself together and began rocking backwards and forwards. I didn't really know what to do. I didn't know who to turn to. My family wouldn't want to hear of this as they have never been... the emotional kind of people I guess you could say. Tina was busy as she had recently been studying for exams that were coming up and they were really important, plus I hadn't seen her in what felt like forever and I didn't want her to think I was using her at all. Danielle was the next person to come to mind. Before thinking I picked up my phone and dialled her number... I just needed to speak to someone you know? I listened to the rings continuing on and on until it went to answer phone. She was busy to. Pressing the back of my head to the wall I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself. After a while I picked up my phone and began scrolling through my twitter mentions to immediately regret it as all I saw were hate comments.

'you are the dumbest Fucking Bitch I have ever had the misfortune of seeing'

'why are you even famous like wtf'

you know what I don't like? your face. please fix it before I puke. yours sincerely everyone.'

'go kill yourself! no one would care!'

For the past couple of months those types of tweets were all that filled my mentions, every single day it hit me harder than the day before. I had tried to not read them but curiosity got the better of me and I guess I still hoped that they would magically disappear. Telling Niall about it was hard to do because I felt I was hurting his relationship with his fans and I didn't want to do that. I just wanted a shoulder to cry on. I wanted a shoulder to cry on now.

"I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" I shout throwing my phone at the wall opposite me. It landed screen facing upwards and I could see it had been cracked. My mentions came flooding in... hate and more hate and more hate and more hate.






I crouched over my phone reading every tweet, more and more tears falling to the ground, my whole body shaking, my head pounding, everything was going in slow motion. The words that Niall's 'fans' had wrote to me flying round my head making me go mad. I stood and ran to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror above the sink in disgust and what I saw I know there was only one thing I could do. One thing to stop the pain. I ran myself a bath, grabbed some pills, a glass of water and a razor blade. This was it... no turning back... this has to be the end...

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