Adopted by 1D

Niall knows
Husky's POV
Three days before Louis left his room.
Two weeks before my bruises faded.
One happy month with the boys. But I wasn’t happy. I was far from it. My head was filled with suicidal thoughts that wouldn’t go away. I just wanted to end my pain. Everyone would be better off without me. I would contemplate sneaking a pill bottle and chugging them all before I fell asleep. If I failed, I’d try again tomorrow. But I remembered that if I died under the guys’ care, they might get some bad publicity. And their careers were more important than me.
Liam interrupted my deadly thought with dinner. I didn’t want to eat. It made me feel fat and ugly. I got to the bench where my small plate of food was and pushed it away. Zayn gave me a curious look.
‘I’m just not hungry.’ I was about to climb the steps when Harry called me into the lounge room. I hesitated, but backed up and headed for the guys. They said they had some good news to tell me. Which probably meant that I wouldn’t like it. I sat down next to Niall and sighed.
‘What is it?’ I asked, glancing at each of the boys in turn. Louis gave me a goofy grin.
‘We’ve enrolled you in a school!’ I tried to fake happiness. The guys fell for it. But Niall seemed suspicious.
‘When do I start?’ I asked, pretending to contain my excitement.
‘Day after next,’ Liam said, grinning. I smiled warmly at him.
School is where all my worst memories are made. If I don’t join certain groups, I get the crap beaten out of me. The group I am with calls me weak and worthless. They beat me up and leave. I am left with nothing. Nobody. I was the kind of girl that everybody thought was alright, until the rumours started to grow. Then my entire social life that I managed to build, no matter how small, crumbled. It was clear that this school would be the same. I would probably get more hate for living with One Direction, but I was starting to get used to it.
After fake celebrating with the guys, I excused myself for bed. I couldn’t contain it any longer. I locked my door and collapsed on my bed, quietly sobbing. Nobody would be able to hear me unless they were standing just outside the door.
I threw my legs over the side of my bed after crying for over two hours. I heard the boys say their goodnight and shut their bedroom door. I stood up and walked into my bathroom. I sat on the toilet and continued to cry. I pulled out a razor blade and pressed it to my wrist. Only when a faint pink line formed did I realise what I was doing. I dropped the blade to the ground and trembled in horror. I took in what I almost did. I almost cut. I looked at the fading pink line on my wrist and regretted everything. Birth. Life. Love. All of it led to the horrid thoughts that penetrated into my skull. I realised that none of this was about school. I had been to enough to grow used to it. What was hurting me was stress. The guys constantly lying about caring for me. No one in their right mind could care for me, let alone love me. It was all a lie. Everything I was living for was a lie. But I would try and stay strong. I was slowly dying inside. Bit by bit. Slowly fading away from the harsh and cruel world that tortured me day in day out. I wanted to prove it wrong. I wanted to prove that didn’t own me. I wasn’t going to fall just because everyone wanted me to. I would prove them wrong.
I collected all of the sharp objects that I could find and through them in a waste basket. It looked pretty strange, razors, Stanley knives, letter openers and needles piled in a wire bin. But it was as good as I could do. I threw a few bits of crumpled paper into the basket to hide the sharps. It didn’t look too suspicious, so I lay down on my bed. I started to get the suicidal thoughts back. I had the sudden urge to leap off of my bed and slit open my wrists, waiting for death to engulf me. But I didn’t. I lay uncomfortably on my bed and stared at the bin. I started to sob and tears stained my pillow. I heard a faint tapping on my door.
‘Husky? What’s wrong? Can you please unlock the door for me.’ I wiped away my tears, only to have them replaced, and opened the door. Niall stared down at me with large worried blue eyes.
‘Yes?’ I croaked, shifting from one foot to the other.
‘Princess, please tell me what’s wrong? I won’t tell the other guys.
I shook my head and, once again, broke down. Niall scooped me up into his arms and sat on my bed, placing me in his lap. I buried my head in his chest and sobbed. He ran his fingers through my hair and comforted me.
‘I just want to end it all. My pain. My suffering. My life,’ I whispered through my tears. Niall stared at me, gobsmacked. He shook his head as if trying to convince himself that I was lying. But I wasn’t. I was being brutally honest.
‘No…..no…..no…..no…..no…..’ Niall kept repeating these words to himself in a low whisper. He seemed to be scared. Here I was, threatening to ruin his fame. He had every reason to be scared. Niall buried his head in my hair. He started to cry. I felt his tears stream down my hair. I patted his back. He hugged me tighter. He really seemed worried.
Niall’s POV
I repeated ‘no’ to myself many times before I realise that it was useless. Husky was suicidal. And none of us had noticed. I squeezed Husky tightly and cried into the top of her head. My princess, lost the will to live. Husky lay down on her bed after a while and fell asleep. I sat at the end and stared at her. I had promised to not tell the others. But I wasn’t sure if I could keep it. I fell asleep at the end of Husky’s bed.
In the morning the dawn light dazzled through the blinds. I suddenly remembered where I was and sat up. I wiped away the tears that I had cried in my sleep. I looked at Husky. It was amazing to think that she hated her life. I was pretty sure that it wasn’t our fault, but her memories would forever haunt her. To think that her only wish was that she would never wake up. I shook her lightly. I don’t know why, but I wanted company. Toni groaned and rubbed her eyes, pushing herself up into a sitting position. She smiled warmly at me.
‘Morning,’ she yawned, blinking her eyes into focus. I returned the greeting and stood up to stretch.
‘What do you want to do today?’ I asked, rolling my aching shoulders in circles. Husky shrugged.
‘How about the carnival?’ I smiled at her and nodded. It was a great idea.

Notes

Husky's outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_376/set?id=119688179