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niall p.o.v

For the past few days, I've been mostly staying in my home, alone. David comes by once every day just to check how I'm doing and every day its the same thing. Every day I've been cleaning more. My forearms are red and raw from the distress of Bonnie, although, she has been great company. She doesn't complain and she doesn't judge me. It's like my own personal lover, in a way, I guess. And the only times I have gone outside were for Bonnie to do her business.

This has become my life.

Over the past few days, I've lost a lot of hope, especially in the stars. I used to wish every night for something, but, since that shooting star and the incident, I've only stared. They have done the complete opposite for me. They've turned a simple daydream into a confusing nightmare.

"Today is lover boy's birthday if you-" David started.

I whipplashed my head towards him so quickly I thought my neck would snap, "you know never to call him that," I snapped. I didn't care that I said 'know' like 'knuw' and how badly I wanted to repeat the line to make it perfect. He shouldn't be called that again, he should be called jerk, just like how it was before this stupid crush.

David put his hands up in defense, "'m sorry, forgot, just thought to let you know but now it seems stupid." He sits on the couch, Bonnie jumping on to his lap.

I ignored him, looking down at my hands; the nails cut down to a nub for I was scratching and couldn't stop myself. I felt miserable. The constant smell of chemical cleaners was getting to my head. It stung under my nails. I didn't want to go outside and I didn't want to stay inside. I didn't want to do anything.

I don't know why this affected me so much. I just felt so confused and hurt that he actually ran. Am I that appauling? Am I so distgusting that he has to run and never look back? Maybe I should take another shower.

"Niall!" I daze back into reality and feel immediate pain in my forearms. David holds my hands still, eyes frantic as he calls my name. I look down at the source of pain, seeing raw skin and a trickle of blood flowing down my arm. I did that?

"I-I-I-I-I-" I don't even know how to react. I just stare at my forearms.

"Niall, you need help."

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"Niall! My poor baby! Are you okay? What happened?" My mum rushed towards me, embracing me in a tight hug, I instantly begin to scratch my arms at the thought of germs on my mother placing them on me. But then I realize my arms are wrapped up and so are my hands.

David and I have sat in a hospital room for a few hours before my mother had stormed in. I haven't changed into any gowns, they've only wrapped my limbs so if I scratched, I couldn't.

A nod I give to my mother slowly turns into a shake of the head.

The female doctor that had been in my room earlier asking questions, walks in, turning towards my mother.

"Hello, Maura, nice to see you again," the blonde smiles brightly, shaking my mothers hand. My mum responds with a brisk, "nice to see you, too, Dr. Reed."

"Since you werent here, I told Niall I had prescribed him Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors. He has to take 2 capsules in the morning and at night. You can pick it up today down in the lobby. I had also suggested he take therapy classes as well."

"I dont want, dont want therapy." I cross my arms and pout like a 5 year old. Therapy meant sitting on another persons couch and being stared at like an experiment.

"Its the best choice to have medication with therapy, especially in your particular case." Dr. Reed says. She looks at my mother, silently begging her to push me into therapy.

"Niall, you should really have therapy, its for the best." My mum says, gently putting her hand on my shoulder, as if I was going to break at a simple touch.

"It'll only be once a week, if you want," Dr. Reed suggest. If that was the best offer for therapy and there was no way out of it, I would say yes, but, its not.

"No," I say sternly with a shake of my head.

"Niall, it is in your best interest and health that you take therapy. Can you honestly stare me in the eyes and say, I can live my life safely without therapy?" Dr, Reed ask. That's a stupid question.

I turn my body so I am directly facing Dr. Reed, staring right into her eyes. "I can live my life safely without therapy." I can live my life safely without therapy. She purses her lips, not expecting me to repeat her.

"Look, I'll let you go to therapy only once a month, thats my best offer."

I look over at my mum, seeing her feverishly nodding her head. I look over and David, him giving a simple nod. I sigh, nodding myself.

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harry p.o.v

I sigh to myself as I get back to my apartment. Happy Birthday to me. Nobody had said a word to me today. Granted, nobody really knows my birthday, but, David does,and he didn't say anything. All I did was work my butt off today. No parties. No gifts. No anything. Just work and I. I hate to admit it but, I miss David. Ever since a few days ago, he hasn't said a word. Hasn't even come to the bar. It gets lonely.

When I'm unlocking my door, I notice a bright red paper taped to my door. I pull it off, looking it over.

I run my fingers through my hair, gasping. It feels as if the roof as toppled onto me. This isn't happening, not today.

"Oh, Harry, I wasn't expecting to see you again." I hear his voice at the end of the hallway. I look towards him.

"Mr. Jones, please, I just need a little more-"

"Harry. I have given you a week to pay up and you haven't even attempted to." He sighs.

"But, its my birthday, I don't want to be evicted on my birthday. Please, sir." I beg, almost wanting to get down on my knees.

"You have 24 hours to pack up your things and leave. I'm sorry, I have bills to pay and I can't wait on you forever." He gruffly walks away, leaving a homeless man in his path. This day just keeps getting better and better.

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