Hurt •Niam•

{Chapter 1} Memories

"Niall baby!I'm home"Niall's dad shouted,hearing the small footstep running down the hall.

"Daddy!"The small boy yelled,jumping up onto his dad,wrapping him in a hug.

"How's my Nialler been?Did you met any girls today?"Bobby wiggled his eyebrows.

"Dad!Girls have cooties"The six-year old screeched.

"Soon you'll grow out of that phase bud,you're gonna be a heartbreaker like your father"He laughed"Let go into the kitchen,I'm starving

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"Sir,we found a cancerous tumor in your throat.We'll have to see how deadly it is and we'll see if there's a possible cure.I'm sorry Mr.Horan."The doctor stepped out of the room,leaving the family alone.

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"My dad was a wonderful man,always full of light and happiness. He would always have something hilarious to say,play with us,love us. Never did I feel like my dad hated us,he was very caring,a great family man.He will forever be apart of me,never will I feel like he's gone."Greg finished, walking towards his seat between Maura and Niall.

All of them in tears,Niall was very young but he knew what was going on.He wasn't going to see his daddy anymore,he wasn't going to get his hugs and kisses anymore The bright smile on his dad face will forever be just a memory.

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"Niall!Stop being a fata*s and get down here!"Maura yelled.

Ever since dad died 5 years ago,Maura was driven to insanity.She would drive recklessly, not caring if she would endanger herself. All she wanted was Bobby back,he was the love of her life and will always be.

Greg couldn't deal with his mother constantly bashing him and making fun of his life choices.He left when Niall turned 11,they often Skype but Maura barely speaks to the eldest,mainly about how she's fine without him.

Niall couldn't escape his mom's words,he wasn't an adult yet,not being able to live on his own yet.Niall had to deal with Maura often telling him about his weight.On how fat and ugly he is.

One day,Niall believed it.He was on Instagram,going through his news feed.When he saw a picture of a woman having deep gashes on her forearm,blood dripping out of the wound, a caption saying 'Life isn't like Disney fairy tales,I won't ever met my prince charming.What's the point of being alive if I'm dead inside?' The picture was tagged '#Depression'.

Later,Niall was thinking on his bed.All for limbs spread out,his body relaxed yet motionless.

"Daddy,I need you"He cried,once again his mom began blurting out Niall's flaws.Telling him that she'll get him braces soon to fix those 'Ugly yellow teeth',how tight his pants fit him even though they were large on him.

If a boy told him that at school,Niall wouldn't even give him a second glance. But knowing your mother believes you're the 'ugliest child in Ireland' makes his eyes brim with tears.

He remembered the picture on his Instagram.Getting up from bed,Niall creeped into Greg's old bedroom.A small box of unused blades were on his desk.

Niall grasped the box,walking back into his room.

"Niall I'm leaving,I'm going to be back at midnight.Dont bring friends over"She laughed"Wait you don't have any"The door slammed closed.

The Irish boy curled up in his bed,laying there motionless. After years of constant abuse Niall was sick of it.

If all his friends and family can hurt him,why can't he do it?Why can't he be in control of the pain he feels?

Pulling down his jeans,Niall timidly pulled the small blade,the metal shining in the sunlight.

Tears ran down Niall's face,his body shaking.A small cut was placed right in the middle of his thigh,not much blood poured out.Niall winced at the pain but continued,cutting small thin lines all across his thigh, his vision blurred,eyes sore from crying.

Wiping his eyes,Niall counted 30 on his right thigh.Running to the bathroom,Niall cleaned the blade hiding it between the mattress and the frame.Going in the shower,Niall whimpered at the water running through his cuts.

"Im sorry,daddy"Niall placed his forehead on the cold,tile wall.

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The years went by,Niall's clothes got darker,hair got lighter,body became thinner.

His tummy and thighs were covered with scars and healed up burn marks.Discovering his mom's lighter,Niall often grabbed it and left multiple marks on his flesh.

Niall didn't let anyone control his feelings,staring at his mom with a bored face as she once again yelled at him for being a 'Fatass and being a mistake'

But secretly Niall would stay in his room, crying his eyes out. His mom became bored with his response so she often was at work or drinking at the local pub.

Niall thought a lot about his dad,still remembering his strong arms and bright smile.Never does Niall go a day without thinking of his dad,he never thinks about the last months of bobby's life.Niall wants to remember his happy father not the one who looked like a walking skeleton.

His only happiness was thinking about his brother and father,Greg still talks to him. Showing him his new son,Theo,the small boy was often waving and gurgling at Niall through the webcam.Making Niall's heart swell with happiness.

"Niall come live with us!We have an extra room and Denise would love to met you"Greg invited the blonde.

"That would be nice Greg,I really would like that"

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First chapter, I hope you like it.

I'll update soon,bye babes.

~J