One Direction Preferences

#30 He Saves You(Requested) Niall

***TRIGGER WARNING***

Suicide Attempt

Your POV ‘“I’m sorry Y/N I’m afraid that there is simply no way that you can be gone for so long and complete all your coursework” The uncomfortable looking woman on the other side of the desk explained. She only looked up for a few seconds before continuing her work, as if to say “your fucked, you can go now,  so I can deal with some other brat. ’

That’s why your here, coursework, schooling, blah. The scene replayed in your head as you took another pull from the bottle. The potent liquid burned as it traveled down your throat. The ground is defiantly moving, and god is it hot in here. For months you’ve been sad. Not just a normal sad, something different, something darker. And the only thing you think can help with that is liquor.

It used to work, it used to get rid of all the sad. But lately it just adds to it. The world is moving so slowly around you, and where’s Niall. In some country, with a different group of girls around him every night. Its so hot in here. You open one of the windows letting in cool air.

"He’s never coming back, he’s just going to move on without me." You growled pounding the heel of your hand into your forehead. "WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE!!" You yelled standing up and stumbling toward the door. The roof, its only a few floors up I can manage that. You and Niall live on the 14th floor of an condo complex. The roof is on the 20th.

"I’m 20 stories up, yeah im at the top. I’ll polish off this bottle, now its pushin me off," You sang off beat and out of tune, as you slowly climbed up the stairwell toward the roof. The half empty bottle still in your hand.

"Asphalt to me never looked soft, I bet my momma found my letter now she’s callin the cops." You stop and take another pull from the bottle. The white walls spinning around you. The stairs seemed to get steeper and steeper.

"I gotta take this opportunity before I miss it, ‘Cause now I hear the sirens and they’re off in the distance," It’s still so hot, so hot, everywhere. You felt a familiar jerk in your stomach, then a small hiccup escaped your lips. Nothing mattes anymore, Niall is happy touring, being with the boys, he doesn’t need me to be happy.

"Believe me when I tell you— that I’ve been persistent, ‘Cause—- I’m more scarred, more scarred than my —wrist is," The hiccups kept coming as you slurred out the words of the song. The problem is that you need Niall to be happy, and this is just the beginning. He’s only been gone for 3 months. How am I supposed to deal with the other 6 alone.

"I’ve been trying—-too long, with too dull of a knife, But tonight—- I made sure that I sharpened it twice," You burst out onto the roof, stumbling a bit before balancing yourself. The pebbles under your feet shift as you step toward the ledge. 6 months alone. NO, the thought alone makes you want to cry. You stand on the ledge, its sooo high up, the lights on the street wobble as you sway. And its still so hot.

"I never bought a suit before in my—- life, But when you go to meet God, you know you —-wanna look nice." You took another pull from the bottle, before it slipped out of your hand, and crashed onto the empty street below. It took a second, less than a second. That’s all it would take, instantaneous. You shut your eyes, and leaned forward a bit.
"So if I survive, then I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah I’ll see you tomorrow." You lean forward to fall, letting your body go. But instead of the painless fall you expected. Some one scream, “Y/N!!”

His POV She’s on the roof, that’s usually where she goes, to clear her head. The door was wide open. I ran up the steps two at a time. I hate being away from her for so long, but were on break so I came home. Even if its only for one day. I need to see her, I need to hold her.

The roof door was open too. I stepped out onto the roof, and there she was. Standing on the edge, normally that wouldn’t worry me, except she was drinking. She stumbled a bit and dropped the bottle. She’s singing something I can’t quite make out.

I crept toward her, I need to pull her off, get her down before she falls. Bur then she started leaning a bit. I took off, I don’t think I’ve ever run this fast in my life. “Y/N!!!” I screamed. I reached out and grabbed her arm, just before she fell over the edge.

It took all the strength I had to pull her back onto the roof, while fighting my bum knee. It hurts, but that’s in the back of my mind as I pull her into my chest. My hands gripping her arms tightly. “WHAT’RE YA DOIN, Y/N!!” I m still yelling.

She was going to jump right off the edge. ” Niall…? I’m I de—ad?” She reeks of alcohol. “No , why would ya wanna be dead Y/N?! What’re you doin?” She cant even stand straight, “Are you really here? I missed you so much, Niall please don’t leave me again, Please Niall..” She begged, her warm hands on my chest franticly exploring my chest.

She was so alone, I left her alone. I drove her to do this. “I’m never goin to leave ya, never.” I held her close, as she relaxed in my arms. There is no way in hell ill leave her again, ever.

 A/N- Cross my fingers that your guys like it… :)

The song is Bullet by Hollywood Undead