I'm Here, and I Care
Skype
***Avery's POV***
It has been 10 hours since I arrived here in America, and I have NOTHING to do! Ugh! I finally decide to see if Niall's online on Skype. I grabbed my laptop from the floor, and powered it up. I logged in on my Skype account, and luckily. I clicked on video call and he picked up almost instantly as if he was waiting for me to call him.
"Hey, Avery!" he said with a huge smile on his face.
"Hey there," I replied. "What's up?"
"The ceiling," he replies jokingly.
"No, really. What's up?"
"Nothing, I was just waiting for you to call me."
"You do know you could've just called me."
"Yeah, but I might annoy you."
"Okay, since when did you care about me thinking you're annoying?" I queried. "Because you do. Like all the time," I said seriously.
"I do? Well, I'm sorry," he frowned.
"Okay, Niall, I was just joking. Sheesh. Since when did you care about people thinking they're annoyed by you? Is there someone there who's like 'bullying' you because you're annoying or something? Because I will b**** slap them so hard. And-" I got cut off.
"No, it's not that," he sighed before continuing. "My mum sent me your letter, and maybe you just want to be alone. Considering the fact that... you know... your mum just-" I cut him off quickly, not wanting to continue the conversation in this topic.
"Can we change the subject please?" I said then finding my bed sheet interesting.
"Ermm. sure? What do you wanna talk about?"
"I wanna talk about you! How's it going there? I mean you like nearly didn't go through boot camp sucessfully, but how are you and your other band mates? Do you guys get along well?" I fired him questions.
"Ermm. Yeah, we do get along really well. There actually sleeping right now," he said while looking over his shoulder to check if one of the boys are awake.
"Great, so-" I got cut off again.
"What's that red spot on your shirt?" he asked noticing the dried blood that was on my shirt from cutting deeply a couple of hours ago.
~~~Flashback~~~
I was done unpacking my stuff, and I didn't really know what to do so I turned on my phone. I saw a message from an unknown number. I opened it up, and it said:
You know, you should've copied your mum. It's nice to see you leave, but I'm pretty sure you'll be worse there than you were here.
And right after reading that text, I lost it.
"That's it! I don't care if I break my promise! I just want the pain to be gone!" I screamed inside my head.
I went into Jake's bathroom and spotted a small blade on the sink. I took my shirt off, and rested the blade on the left side of my body. I pushed the blade deeply that it almost went inside my body. As I pulled the blade, blood was flowing down my body like a waterfall. I quickly grabbed my shirt from the floor and held it on my cut. After the excessive bleeding, it finally stopped and I was feeling alright. I put my shirt back on --forgetting that it had blood. Then a couple of hours I decided to call Niall.
~~~End of Flashback~~~
"I.... uh....I," I stuttered.
"Lift your shirt up," Niall said in a father-like way.
"It's not what you think, Niall," I tried getting my way out of it.
"Avery, lift your shirt up," he said bluntly.
I hesitantly lift my shirt just about where I cut myself.
"OH MY GOD, AVERY!" he screamed not bothering if he woke up the boys.
"I'm sorry, Niall. I just can't take it anymore. Someone texted me to die, and-"
"They're just jealous, Ave," he tried reassuring me. "Look, they're not going to bother you anymore now that you're with your cousin, Jake, and everything'll be fine. Just promise me you won't do it, again."
"I promise."
"Good, and if you break that promise, I'm coming to you."
"No, Niall, you can't! I don't wanna be the reason you gave up your dream! Just please, I'll do my best."
For a minute or so, we both stayed silent.
"It's getting pretty dark there, Ave. Do you want me to sing you to sleep?" I smiled.
"Yeah, I do."
"Great, hold on," he said whle getting up and getting his guitar.
My head rested on my pillow while he strummed the first notes. Then I started to fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
It has been 10 hours since I arrived here in America, and I have NOTHING to do! Ugh! I finally decide to see if Niall's online on Skype. I grabbed my laptop from the floor, and powered it up. I logged in on my Skype account, and luckily. I clicked on video call and he picked up almost instantly as if he was waiting for me to call him.
"Hey, Avery!" he said with a huge smile on his face.
"Hey there," I replied. "What's up?"
"The ceiling," he replies jokingly.
"No, really. What's up?"
"Nothing, I was just waiting for you to call me."
"You do know you could've just called me."
"Yeah, but I might annoy you."
"Okay, since when did you care about me thinking you're annoying?" I queried. "Because you do. Like all the time," I said seriously.
"I do? Well, I'm sorry," he frowned.
"Okay, Niall, I was just joking. Sheesh. Since when did you care about people thinking they're annoyed by you? Is there someone there who's like 'bullying' you because you're annoying or something? Because I will b**** slap them so hard. And-" I got cut off.
"No, it's not that," he sighed before continuing. "My mum sent me your letter, and maybe you just want to be alone. Considering the fact that... you know... your mum just-" I cut him off quickly, not wanting to continue the conversation in this topic.
"Can we change the subject please?" I said then finding my bed sheet interesting.
"Ermm. sure? What do you wanna talk about?"
"I wanna talk about you! How's it going there? I mean you like nearly didn't go through boot camp sucessfully, but how are you and your other band mates? Do you guys get along well?" I fired him questions.
"Ermm. Yeah, we do get along really well. There actually sleeping right now," he said while looking over his shoulder to check if one of the boys are awake.
"Great, so-" I got cut off again.
"What's that red spot on your shirt?" he asked noticing the dried blood that was on my shirt from cutting deeply a couple of hours ago.
~~~Flashback~~~
I was done unpacking my stuff, and I didn't really know what to do so I turned on my phone. I saw a message from an unknown number. I opened it up, and it said:
You know, you should've copied your mum. It's nice to see you leave, but I'm pretty sure you'll be worse there than you were here.
And right after reading that text, I lost it.
"That's it! I don't care if I break my promise! I just want the pain to be gone!" I screamed inside my head.
I went into Jake's bathroom and spotted a small blade on the sink. I took my shirt off, and rested the blade on the left side of my body. I pushed the blade deeply that it almost went inside my body. As I pulled the blade, blood was flowing down my body like a waterfall. I quickly grabbed my shirt from the floor and held it on my cut. After the excessive bleeding, it finally stopped and I was feeling alright. I put my shirt back on --forgetting that it had blood. Then a couple of hours I decided to call Niall.
~~~End of Flashback~~~
"I.... uh....I," I stuttered.
"Lift your shirt up," Niall said in a father-like way.
"It's not what you think, Niall," I tried getting my way out of it.
"Avery, lift your shirt up," he said bluntly.
I hesitantly lift my shirt just about where I cut myself.
"OH MY GOD, AVERY!" he screamed not bothering if he woke up the boys.
"I'm sorry, Niall. I just can't take it anymore. Someone texted me to die, and-"
"They're just jealous, Ave," he tried reassuring me. "Look, they're not going to bother you anymore now that you're with your cousin, Jake, and everything'll be fine. Just promise me you won't do it, again."
"I promise."
"Good, and if you break that promise, I'm coming to you."
"No, Niall, you can't! I don't wanna be the reason you gave up your dream! Just please, I'll do my best."
For a minute or so, we both stayed silent.
"It's getting pretty dark there, Ave. Do you want me to sing you to sleep?" I smiled.
"Yeah, I do."
"Great, hold on," he said whle getting up and getting his guitar.
My head rested on my pillow while he strummed the first notes. Then I started to fall into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
Notes
Jellow! Sorry for the sucky, filler chapter. I'm having 'writer's block' at the moment and in need of serious help! So, if you want to help maybe edit or write a chapter then message me.-Krystinn xx
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6/27/13