niall p.o.v

"Bloody- hey you can't do that!"

"Just because, because I'm winning, I'm winning doesn't mean you have to, you have to whine."

"I'm not whining, you're just cheating! You can't take the slide like that! You have to land on the slide to be able to slide on it!"

"Well that's not how I play, how I play."

Harry and I were currently bickering about how to play the game Sorry. He's evidently used to getting his way and winning the game. Not today. I dominate at this game, there is no way he defeating my streak.

"Fine," he huffs, slouching in his chair and pouting like a 5 year old.

I nod and continue to play the game. Just as I'm about to put my last man in the home, Harry abrutdly stands up, knocking the board off the table.

"Oh no, did I do that? I guess we'll never know who won." Harry shrugs shyly, a sly smirk at the corner of his lips. Jerk.

"Who's the cheater, the cheater now?" I say, narrowing my eyes at him, wanting to seem threatening, which, didn't work as he laughs softly before walking to the kitchen.

I sit and wait for him to come back, setting up the sorry game again.

"Niall?" I hear Harry call. I stand and stroll to the kitchen, seeing Harry holding a bottle of pills. "Anti-depressants?"

Crap, I must have forgotten to put them away. "They're my OCD pills."

"Niall, cut the crap, I know you don't have OCD. I don't know why you must say you do but you don't-"

"Whoa, w-what? You think, you think I've been lying, lying, lying?" I say, nervously scratching at my forearms. He steps forward and grabs my forearms.

"I know you're desperate but you can't just get yourself attention by making up a serious sickness-"

"I'm not making, making it up!" I rip my arms away from his hold, wanting to set him fire just by staring at him. "What makes, what makes you think I-I-I don't have OCD, OCD?"

"OCD don't stutter, they touch things repeatedly, clean and sanitize repeatedly." He furrows his eyebrows and takes another step forward, making me step back.

"I want my, want my words to come, come out perfectly, perfect-ly. I can't-"

"When you're ready for the truth-"

"-just stop, just stop!"

"-I'll be in my room." He flares his nostrils subtly before storming off into the hallway. Why is he mad? Why can't he accept I have OCD?

I pick my pills off the counter and take them to the bathroom, my hands starting to shake from anxiety.

What am I going to do? I can't just convince him, well, I can but it'll take work. He's so ignorant, gosh, why can't his peanut brain work for once? He makes no sense and it's making my head hurt.

I cry out when I accidentally cut my forearms again with my nails. I really need to trim those.

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a.n

omg guess who's back

izzys back

tell a friend

okay okay I know it's short and its sucky bc I haven't been writing recently, ya feel? anywho, I'm not totally back, but I'll be trying to write more and I'm not out of reach or totally gone now.

what do you guys think of zayn now? honestly, he's a d į č . k, sorry if I offend you but he says he's going to be a "normal" 22 year old. guess that flew out the window like the rest of his career

okay, until next time!