Pretty Venom |N.H|

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hi

so before we do this i want to give a little warning. there is a discussion of drug abuse and death. i don't want to spoil anything, but i do want to let people know beforehand what we're getting into.

please know that i am in no way trying to glorify drug abuse, or drugs in general. i chose not to go super in depth with it in this chapter despite this being the truth about niall and his past because i know that topic can be very tough to read about.

with that being said, i am going to put a little summary at the end of this chapter for those who may not be comfortable reading, however i would highly encourage EVERYONE to read the summary at the end because i also am going to be clarifying little pieces of the plot and explain things a bit so it all makes sense.

okay?

great

love u

stay safe friends

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Niall Horan

What am I doing?

This is going to be awful.

She has to know.

But she went so long without knowing and everything is fine between me and her.

My head hurts.

Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop.

Fuck.

The second I'm pulled into her room, I'm met with the interior that screams Jasey in every way possible.

Her bedding is a light blue color, accented with golden brown throw pillows on her bed, along with a rug just under my feet.

Her walls are covered in polaroids of her and her friends, pictures that look like tour posters of her favorite artists, and plants scattered across the shelves.

And her cat.

God, that fluff ball is staring at me with her big eyes like she's just as concerned as Jasey, wanting to know what's going on with me.

Jokes on you, cat. You don't speak English so your mother is going to have to translate it all back to you.

All or nothing.

"Niall, did you hear anything that my brother and I were talking about?" Jasey asks quietly, pulling my attention back on her after I had started to space out and look around her room.

"No, I swear I didn't," I respond, now pacing in front of her while I chew on my nails.

Her eyes follow me back and forth continuously considering I can't force myself to stop moving around.

"Then what happened in the time that I was talking to my brother that would suddenly put you in a stressed state and make you feel like you have to tell me about this when I know damn well you don't love this topic," she rambles, reminding me what this conversation is supposed to be about.

Why did I say that?

I should have introduced the topic lightly, that way if I decided I didn't want to talk about it, I could back out of it without her knowing that it was on my mind in the first place. I can't let go of the thought now that she knows about it. She will only become more worried if I bring this up, just to let it go before I say anything.