Save me // ziall ✓
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  • Reads 130,523
  • Votes 4,527
  • Parts 34
  • Time 2h 24m
Complete, First published Sep 21, 2013
Cuts raced up and down his arms, over more scars caused by a razor. As he lied on his bathroom floor, the blood dripping off his arm, painting a picture on the floor. He got to his feet; slowly and trying not to make a noise. He had relapsed, and hard this time.  It was over five months ago when he stopped cutting; but today he just felt to low. The voices inside his head got to loud, and he needed them quiet. He washed off his arms, them cleaned up all the blood and wrapped his arm up.  He walked out of the bathroom, head hung and shoulder dropped as he pulled down his long sleeve jacket and return to the boys.  He had to be brave, but he also needed someone to save him.   
He was falling to pieces, and needed someone to super glue him back together and protect him.   
He was Niall Horan, and he needed a super hero.  
[Completed; 1-19-2014 ]
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"H-Harry please!" I cried, my hands placed protectively in front of my face. His eyes darkened, and he grabbed my wrists, pinning them against the wall. His breath rolled over my face, the faint scent of alcohol rolling up my nose. "Shut up." He growled. His short nails dug into my arm and I winced in pain. He released me, and grabbed a handful of my hair instead. I shrieked in pain as he threw me to the ground. Tears pricked my eyes and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Get up." He said. I opened my eyes, and scrambled to my feet quickly. He grabbed the front of my shirt to pull me closer, leaning down to my level. His eyes burned straight through mine. Chills went down my spine and I bit my bottom lip out of fear. "How many times do I have to tell you? You. Are. Mine." -------------------------- In a complex narrative, where Harry wrestles with the voices of schizophrenia, the story unfolds with uncertainty. The question lingers: Will Harry succumb to the relentless voices, potentially breaking down Louis, or will Louis summon the strength to confront the darkness that threatens him and stand resolute in his own defense? The outcome rests upon the delicate interplay of their intertwined fates, a story of mental struggles and strength yet to fully reveal itself.