Promise me ♥

one shot for Wittygirlz


“Niall, I’m asking you again. Do you think I should wear the black or white top?”
I asked Niall, frustrated. We we’re supposed to be on our way to dinner, but I was busy trying on different clothes. Niall just looked up at me, slightly annoyed, and shrugged. My arm dropped down to my side, making a slight slapping noise, and I let out a frustrated sigh.
“Niall, please, if you could JUST help me!”
“I don’t know how to help you princess! I don’t really give a crap on what shirt you wear, you look fine either way!”
His voice was raised even though he had just opened my mouth, and I creased my eyebrows together.
“Fine.”
I threw the black top on the bed and stormed to the bathroom, shutting the door loudly behind me. As soon as I knew I was safe and away from him, tears started to run down my face. I knew my makeup I had worked on for so long was being ruined, but I couldn’t hold them in any longer. Even if Niall and I had a little fight like that, it drove me over the edge in sadness and tears. I looked at the drawer that had my razor in it, and suddenly felt urged to take it out. I haven’t cut myself since the last time Niall had caught me when we first started dating when all the hassle about us broke out on Twitter and stuff. I couldn’t handle the pressure and threats I was receiving.
I leaned down and grabbed my razor, looking at the shiny new blade I had put in a few days back. I never felt the will to cut my arms like I used to; all that feeling left my body months ago. But now, it’s presence was made as I sliced one cut along my wrist, feeling the sharp pain and the blood dripping down my wrist. I looked at the scars that were left behind from previous cutting, and I felt disgusted, making new deeper ones on top of them. The pain was not too bad so that I didn’t cry out in pain, but I sat in the corner of the bathroom, silently sobbing as the pain and blood escaped my body.
“Gianna are you done yet? We might as well not even go now if we’re going to be any later.”
I heard Niall’s voice at the door, followed by a loud knocking, and I froze. I felt the warm blood just drip down my arm, splotting on the floor.
“Gianna?”
He said, this time his voice more confused. I didn’t answer to his now soft voice, and I could tell it panicked him.
 
“Princess?”
I ignored him and sliced another cut, this one going in deeper than I wanted. I let out a loud gasp, surprised by the sharp pain it brought. Bad idea.
“Princess open the door. Please. Gi, open the door right now.”
He must have heard the sound of my gasp, and he started furiously working at the door, trying to get it unlocked. He pounded at the door and my silent sobs suddenly became loud. I could hear him slamming his body on the door, begging and ordering me to open the door. He must of busted the lock, because I heard a loud metal noise as the door swung open, a panicked and nervous Niall standing there. As soon as his eyes laid down on me, my bloody arm and the small drop of blood beneath it, he rushed over to me. He wrapped me up in his arms, talking to me in a soothing voice and running his hand though my hair gently. I just sobbed into his shoulder until there were no more tears to shed. I leaned back and sniffled, wiping my eyes and looked down at the smeared makeup on my hands.
“I’m sorry Niall, I couldn’t help it.”
I said, trying to explain, but he shushed me and put his lips softly against mine.
“I’m not mad at you Gi. I’m just sad. I hate it when you feel that you have to hurt yourself.”
He brushed a few piece of hair out of my face, looking deeply into my eyes with his emerald speckled ones.
“Promise you won’t do this again to yourself. If we fight, don’t fight, anything. Promise me?”
I nodded, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
“Promise,”
I muttered into his shirt, and then I pulled back, taking my arms off of him. He looked confused, and I let out an embarrassed giggle.
“I’m getting blood all over your back.”
I said, looking over his shoulder to spot little splotches of my blood on his shirt. He just chuckled and helped me stand, throwing me a towel to hold against my wrist.
“I can always get a new one.”
I laughed and wrapped my good arm around him, leaning up and kissing him on the lips.
“I really am sorry.”
He sighed, shrugging.
“Well, it’s in the past now. Let’s go to dinner shall we?”
I nodded before gasping, looking down at my black laced bra.
“Niall, I’m not even dressed!”
Niall laughed to himself before reaching over, grabbing the black shirt off the bed and throwing it to me.
“You can put it on in the car.”
I just rolled my eyes and laughed, pulling the shirt over my head. What a weird boy I loved. But how could I protest? I was just as weird. We were a perfect match.