*** AUTUMN'S P.O.V.***

" Harry.... Please put me down," I whine tiredly. He knew I hated physical contact with people,
especially when they carry me. He looks up at me with a smirk on his lips as he shakes his head with a no. Ohhh well, it was worth a try. Im just really too tired from all the crying to care.
Right after I finally find it comfortable with the way Harry was carrying me, he sets me down on
the hard ground in front of a door. I look around and notice we were back in Niall's room. How wondrous.
"Harry, I don't want to," I complain, my eyes already feeling heavy. He sighs in response,
"You have to, and to make sure you do..." He trails off on his word just as he walks out of the room, closing it shut behind him. I would try to leave, but I know he will be out there making sure I can't escape. Great. Im stuck with apologizing.I reluctantly turn and face the door I had been placed in front of and knock on the door. After a few moments, no one came so I knock again. Nothing.
Laying my hand on the doorknob and being the impatient person I am, I twist the handle and notice it unlocked. At least I don't have to break down the door to get in.
I warily push open the door before I peer in, seeing the floor in front of me scattered with glass. I also notice clothes all over and other objects as I fully swing open the door. Now wheres Niall?

I didn't need to wait long for my answer though because as soon as I looked toward the bed, I saw him with a bottle of pills in his hands. No! What is he doing!?
With strength and speed I didn't even know I could even produce, I lunged forward and hit the bottle. The impact making him dropping the bottle just before the first pill hit his tongue, and sending the contents of medicine that was in the bottle scattered around the room. Luckily, they all landed safely a good distance from us.
" WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" I hear Niall cry, starting to get up to collect the spilled pills. I wouldn't let him though. I sat and pushed him down with all my strength.
"NIALL STOP! Your not like this! Stop Please, your scaring the shit out of me!" I sob out, indeed
feeling the fall of tears as he continued to struggle. He didn't seem the type of person to even think about committing suicide. I finally put him into a choke hold to make him stop moving. I look down and see only tear filled eyes to match my own.
"You don't understand! No one likes me! I want to die!"
"Why would you kill yourself Niall!? Just over words!? Who cares what people think, Ni!? Who cares if someone doesn't like your singing, or shoes, or your hair. You are who you are and you can't change that! I do understand the pain you are in right now, but I can tell you with confidence that taking a life over this shit, isn't worth it! I just saved you from a decision that you would regret for lives after this," I explain. I watch the anger slowly flow out of him at my words, and instead fill with sadness and depression. We were both covered in water from our eyes.
"You understand this? But how," he asks softly. I feel an emotional memory push it's way forward when he asks the question. An old memory, one that only Grendan is aware of.
"When I was younger, I thought of suicide," I start."It sounded great at first. Not having to deal
with all this crap that life throws at us. No more bullying, no more heartache, no more pain. Sounds great doesn't it?
How wrong I was though. One day, a friend of mine offed herself. I watched what her friends and family went through and quickly realized something. You killing yourself is just putting all your pain on the ones you loved. Out of selfishness, you hurt the most important people of all."
Feeling drained of all energy after telling the memory, I drop my hands keeping Niall down and sit down next to him on the bed. I knew he was going to stand up at any moment and try again to kill himself.
Surprisingly, that's not what he did at all. He didn't even stand up. I felt the bed beneath me shift as a pair of arms found their way around my body and pulled me close. He was hugging me.
Niall sets his chin on my shoulder as I cry onto his. The pain from that memory was so great I didn't even care that it was Niall who was around to witness it.
But deep down inside, I now knew he was the only one who would ever truly understand the pain.

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