"Niall please open the door." Liam begged with tear soaked cheeks. After Niall had gone to his room, Liam sat talking to Harry who had helped him build up his courage to go and get his boy.

"Niall plea-" Liam was cut off by the bedroom door in front of him swinging open.

Niall ran into his room locking the door behind him wiping away a tear that had fallen on his way.

He locked the door quickly going into the bathroom and digging through every drawer until he finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out the shiny sliver of metal and set it on the sink.

He then took off his shirt, searching his body for scars until he found a familiar patch of pink lines across his stomach.

He told himself it was okay. He never promised himself when he was younger that he would stop and he hadn't promised himself recently either, well.. Not that he could remember.

He picked up the razor, and dragged the cold hard metal across his skin feeling relief in the pain.

He hated how much of a burden he was. How he was always so helpless. He hated himself for this whole thing.

He made a few more cuts and watched as the crimson liquid flowed down his skin like that's what it was meant to do. There was a knocking at his door, but he ignored it for a couple minutes before finally cleaning up his mess to the best of his abilities, bandaging the wounds, replacing his shirt and walking to the door.

He opened the door and found Liam standing there with tear soaked cheeks. He kept a cold, hard look on his face as best as he could but he knew Liam would read right through it.

Liam stepped closer to Niall wiping tears from his cheeks that Niall hadn't noticed were there. "Niall-" "Stop." Niall cut Liam off receiving a shocked look from the older boy.

"I don't want to stand in your way. All I do is hold you and the boys back." Niall spoke shakily, trying not to cry. "I want you to go home. I'm gonna get a job and move into my own apartment. I will be fine. I don't want to bring sadness into your lives anymore."

"What?" Liam asked confused. "No. Niall none of us want you out of our lives. We want the opposite." He waited a moment, as if he were thinking before he continued. "I'm not going anywhere. And I am not letting you live on your own-" "Are you saying you don't think I can because I-"

"No I know you can. I don't want you to. I don't want you to be alone." Liam grabbed a hold of Niall's hands and held them tenderly. "I want someone to always be there for you, to remind you of how much you are loved, to dry your tears when you cry. Someone to let you know that your not, nor do you have to be alone. If you don't want it to be me, fine. I just want you to be happy. And feel loved. And not have to worry. Niall, I just want you to have the life you deserve. Even if there is this small obstacle of you forgetting. You can get past it. And you can make the best of it. Please, just let me make sure your happy."

Liam let go of Niall's hand, wiping a tear from the boys cheek and immediately going back to his hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, until I know you are happy." Liam said. And Niall let out a choked sob that he had been holding in. But the tears that came with it were no longer sad tears, they were happy. A smile spread across his face.

He took his hands from Liam's grip and grabbed his face, pushing their lips together in a loved filled kiss.

Niall finished reading his journal wiping a tear from his eye. He ran a finger down the fold in the spine that was filled with shreds of ripped paper. What was there before? Probably something unimportant if it was ripped out. He figured.

After showering and getting ready for the day he walked out into the living room where Zayn stood at the stove cooking a breakfast. He continued cooking as Niall sat down at a stool quietly behind him. "Morning Niall." Zayn said cheerfully with a smile. "Scrambled eggs?" he asked putting them on a plate that sat in front of Niall. "Thanks mate." Niall said quietly.

"You okay there?" Zayn asked with a small smile. Niall shrugged in response. "I can't believe this is real." He said. "That you.. Don't remember?" Zayn asked, eyes filling with pity for the younger boy. "Yeah.." Niall nearly hummed before looking down at his food and continuing to eat.

They ate in silence as Niall thought about his strange situation. As Zayn took both of their plates to the sink the doorbell rang. Niall was about to stand up and get it but Zayn dropped the dishes turning around, "No. I'll get it." He said quickly before rushing to the door opening it, stepping outside and closing it behind him.

Minutes passed as Niall sat wondering where he had gone with the person at the door. He heard them step away from the door, but they couldn't have gone far, Zayn didn't even have shoes. He wondered what they were talking about, or who it even was. He heard one of them, he doesn't think it was Zayn, raise their voice a moment ago.. But only for a second and it was back to silence. Suddenly the door opened and Zayn was back inside.

He sighed with a smile. "Who was that?" Niall asked him. "It was just a friend. I had to talk to him, and I didn't want you to be bothered with it so.." Zayn said with a small smile on his face the entire time.

"Oh, well is everything okay? I heard some shouting." The once blonde boy asked.

"Oh yeah, that was nothing, everything is perfectly fine." Zayn replied smiling.

Niall believed Zayn completely. But Niall didn't know that Zayn can keep secrets all too well. And tends to be.. Pretty selfish sometimes.

A/N: I'm sorry about how long its been since I have uploaded. You see, I know where I am going with this story, like fully! I just.. Don't know how I am getting there.. (: Well, let me know what you think! xx