***GRENDAN'S P.O.V.***

I feel my face fall into a disappointed look at Louis' response. Me and Autumn were hoping for some good news, but no one seemed capable of making any.
I look to Autumns face and notice her looking down at the floor with a guilty look on her face. I look back to Louis who was also staring at the floor. There has to be some solution, I thought.
Then something hit me. Well more fell on me again. I look over to yet again a sobbing Autumn who had silent tear slipping down her face. She had set her head back on my shoulder, tired from the who situation. I couldn't agree more with her, I was exhausted as well.
I almost physically jumped when I notice another person in the room. Oh, just Harry. Wait, when did he come back? Oh well, with the concentrated look on his face, I take it he couldn't do much either.
The silence and the depression in the room started finally getting to me. I had to snap everyone along with me out of this.
"Any ideas people!" I ask waving my hands around frantically. Instead of jumping them, they all just sort of shrug their shoulders with the same gloomy looks.
" Well, lets think then. Ok so Harry and Louis have already tried cheering him up. They can't seem to do anything. The other two boys might be able to help, but I high doubt if these two couldn't, the others can't. That just leaves me and Autumn," I conclude watching the emotionless faces as I speak.
A thought then pops into my head. Of course!
" Oh my gosh, you guys! The solutions is simple, can't you see!? Maybe he doesn't want apologies from us, but possibly from the main source of the problem," I suggest, leading my gaze to Autumn.
The two boys gaze follows mine as Harry jumps up.
" Brilliant! Of course, that may work. Autumn come on then, lets get this over with." Before Aut even had the chance to deny the option, Harry had already picked her up fireman style with her over is right shoulder. I giggled a little at the sight as I watched her fight against him. I know this has to work though.

***NIALL'S P.O.V.***

After I finally had gotten Harry to leave, I stand up and walk over to the bathroom. I switch on the light and look up into the large mirror. How could she not be right Harry? I mean, not only do I look a mess, but I also am one. I now had a giant red mark that was already starting to bruise on the side of my already tear stained face, blood on my hands and now on covering my clothing.
Who was I kidding thinking that I could ever be liked by someone. What was I thinking, convincing myself that I actually had a chance with a girl who hates me? Now it almost makes me cringe with stupidity.
I splash water onto my face and remove the tears, being careful of the mark. When they were all gone with the blood, I threw open the drawers in the bathroom searching. Pills, pills, pills, anything resembling a pill in here? Whats that?
My eyes finally land on a bottle full of the strong pain reliever I had been subscribed to because of my dissy spells I get sometimes. I have gotten use to them now, so rarely do I take the pill. These will do.
I quickly snatch the bottle up into my hands and walk out of the bathroom again. I lie on my bed with my head spinning.
They are all right, I remind myself, you don't deserve this. You are worthless, it's time you die.
With the voice over powering in my mind, I pop open the lid and hold the bottle of pills to my lips.

Notes

Don't kill me! I will update very soon....

Song this makes me think of: Whiskey Lullaby, good song (it's country though so you might not know it)