If you Give me a Chance - 1D/Cimorelli fanfic (Eng)

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--Stella♥

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--Stella♥

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Det här kapitlet kan vara lite "läskigare" än de andra, och är lite ledsnare, djupare, mm...

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Säg inte att jag inte varnade er... haha


Chapter 27

After the interview, we all sign some autographs to fans.
“Here you go sweetie”, I say and give a piece of paper with my name on it to a little girl, maybe around ten years old.
“You and Niall are really cute together!” She says, making me grin big.
“Thank you!”
I give her a quick hug and then continue to the others.

“Okay guys, we need to go now”, Paul says and pushes us to the elevator. All the fans screams, disappointed, and Liam turns around before we go into the elevator.
“We love you all so much!” He yells, making the fans scream even more.

The boys head to the recording studio, since they are already recording the new album, and we girls just sit in Lisa and Christina’s room, practicing.

I take up my phone and begin texting Niall, who have recorded his parts and is waiting for the others to be done.

Amy♥: Isn’t boring to wait? Lol xxx

Niall (baby!!!) Yeah, but I’ll have fun if you text with meeee haha xxxx

Amy♥: Hahaha that’s so sweet… but sureeee♥

Niall (baby!!!) YESSS I’M THE LUCKIEST GUY ON THE PLANET I love you Ames♥ xxxx

Christina smirks when she sees me smiling at my phone.
“Okay, what did Niall do now that is super cute?” she asks and sits down next to me.
I smile and shrug.
“Nothing really, he’s just being him”.

I open twitter and scroll through my time-line for a few minutes, when I get a new tweet.

“How can Niall even date that ugly bitch @AmyCim?!”

I gasp and read the tweet again. My sisters look up at me confused.
“What is it?”

I take a deep breath and try to cove it up.
“Oh, just a picture of a cute guy”, I say lightly, trying to keep my voice steady, and the girls roll their eyes.
“Don’t let Niall find out!” Lisa jokes and they all laugh. I try to laugh, too, but it sound weird and fake.
Don’t worry Lisa, Niall won’t find out.

I excuse myself and walk out to the corridor, and in to my room.
Slowly, I sit down at my bed and take up my phone again. I hear a knock on the door, but I ignore it, and go on twitter again. I scroll down my feed, reading more tweets that people send me.

“Niall is too good for Amy!”

“Amy doesn’t deserve Niall, he’s too perfect for her”

“Amy is just a fat bitch, he’ll break up with her soon, don’t worry”.

I feel tears burn in my throat, and I look at my hands. They are shaking.
Due my hands shakiness, I drop my phone on the floor. I bend down to pick it up, but it only makes my whole body shake so much that I can’t get up. The tears start to roll down my cheeks, and I rock back and forth on the floor while trying to stop crying.

Will Niall break up with me?
Am I just an ugly, fat bitch who doesn’t deserve him?

It takes all my strength I have left in my body, but I slowly stand up and take a few shaky steps to the bathroom. When I get in there, I look in the mirror. I look, disgusted, at my reflection that shows a red face, puffy eyes and tangled hair.
I hear a tiny, light voice in my head, talking to me slowly and calming.
“They’re right”, it says. “It’s true. You don’t deserve Niall”.

I feel the tears run down my face, as I look around the bathroom. Soon, I find a razor on a shelf. I inspect the tiny blade, before pressing it to the skin on my arm. Only by the pressure of the blade, a tiny drop of blood peeps out from the tiny slot in my skin. Instantly, a wave of relief come over me.
“Am I good enough now?” I whisper to myself, my voice cracking, and I feel the tears burn on my cheeks. I close my eyes.
“Do it again”, the tiny voice says. “It’s okay, you’ll feel better afterwards”.

Right when I’m about to glide the razor over my skin again, I hear a voice in my head again. It’s not the voice from before though, this voice is stronger and deeper, and I recognise it by the familiar, Irish accent.
It’s Niall.
“Amy?” I hear him say; making my sobs louder. “Princess, what are you doing?” Niall’s voice asks me.
It feels like someone is stabbing me in my chest hundreds of times. It hurts so much hearing his voice, and knowing that he’s not here.

I start to shake again, and I drop the razor. It falls to the floor and stays there, since I don’t think I’ll be able to pick it up. I slid down on the floor with closed eyes, sobbing and shaking as I rest my head against the wall behind me.
“No, no, no”, I mumble to the voice in my head, as I take my hands and hold them to my ears, shutting out the voice.
“Baby, listen to me!” Niall’s voice says, this time a little louder. I shake my head and take a few shaky breaths.
“No, you’re not real, Niall’s is not here”, I say to the voice.

Why can’t you just leave me alone?
Why can’t I just die already?
Because If I don’t have Niall in my life, being here and holding me close, I’m not sure that I want to live anymore.

I squeal a little as I feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me, pulling my hands off my ears.
“Amy, I’m right here”, I hear someone whisper. I open my eyes slowly and I meet Niall’s piercing blue ones.

“No”, I say, mostly to myself. “Niall doesn’t want to be with me, he’s not here”.
I take a shaky breath, and try to stop crying, but it doesn’t work. Niall wraps his arms around my body again and picks me up in his arms. He carries me bridal style to my bed.
I look up at him, and I finally realises that he really is here. That he isn’t just a voice in me head. I see his clenched face through my tears, and I start to realise what happened.

“Niall”, I whisper, and he looks down at me, his eyes immediately soften a bit. “You came”.
“Of course I came”, He whispers, before he lays me down at my bed and covers me with blankets, as I continue sobbing into his chest.


Niall’s POV… (A few minutes before)

I walk into the corridor with the boys close behind. We got let go out of recording earlier than we thought.
Fast I look down at my phone again and my heart drops. No new text.
Why isn’t Amy replying?

“We’re the girls?” Louis asks and we shrug. I knock on Amy and Katherine’s door, but no one answers.
Zayn knocks on the door besides. It opens, revealing Lisa, standing in the doorway, and the other girls in the room.
“How did the recording go?” Katherine asks as we walk inside.
“It went great”, Liam says and plops down at the bed, besides Dani. “Oh, candy”, He says with a grin and takes the paper-bag from Dani’s hands and puts a sweet in his mouth.
“Hey, there mine!” Dani exclaims and tries to take the bag, but Liam holds it out of reach for her.
“The adult gets the candy, everyone knows that”, He jokes and take another sweet.
“You just made that up”, Louis says to Liam with a smirk. “The cool people get the candy, that’s the rule”.

Then he grabs the bag from Liam’s hand and gives it to Dani, who smirks and stick out her tongue to Liam.

I look around the room, but I only find five sisters sitting in here.

“We’re Amy?” I ask them. They look at each other and brush out laughing, like there is a secret that only they know about.

“She’s in her room”, Christina says between giggles. I nod shortly and walk out of the room.
I knock on Amy’s door again, but still no one answers. I feel a knot of anxious as I look around in the corridor, and then push the handle of the door down. It swings open, and I go inside.

Quickly, I look around in the room, only to see no one in there. I’m just about to go out again, when I spot Amy’s phone lying on the floor besides her bed, unlocked.
When I pick it up I see that twitter is running.

I scan through the tweet that she’s gotten, and I feel anger build up inside of me when I read what people are saying to her.
How can people be that disgusting? How can people be so mean, and heartless?
My fists are clenched and I inhale deeply, trying to calm myself down.


My eyes widen as I see that the covers to her bed is wet from tears. I let my eyes glide over the room again, until my gaze land on the bathroom door. When I’m quiet I hear small sobs from there, and I freeze.
“Shit”, I mumble.
Of course. Why didn’t I even think of that before?

As fast as I can I rush to the bathroom, and when I open the door I meet a scenario that makes my heart stop for a few second.

Amy is standing in the middle of the room. She’s shaking and crying, with her eyes closed. She has a small razor against her skin, and a small drop of her red blood is dripping down her arm.

“Amy?” I say, almost choking on my own words. “Princess, what are you doing?” I ask, even though I know too well what she’s doing.
Amy drops the razor, and she glides down to the floor, sobbing, and she rests her head against the wall.

She mumbles something under her breath, and she puts her hands on her ears, like she’s shutting out something she doesn’t want to hear.
“Baby, listen to me!” I raise my voice so she’ll hear me, but she just continues shaking her head furiously.
“No, you’re not real. Niall is not here”, she whispers and I stare at her.

I freeze in mid-action. What did she say?
Slowly I bend down and take up the razor from the floor. I see that it’s a little bit red after the blood, and my eyes travels to Amy’s arm.
I rush to her side and look at her arm were the cut is. It’s neither big nor deep, and I let go of a breath I didn’t even know I held in.

But what if I wouldn’t have come in here?
I feel my stomach turning around inside of me as I think of what could’ve happened.
My breath quickens and I take a deep breath to calm me down. She’ll fine. Everything is okay.

I stand there a second; trying to figure out if I should call the others, or even an ambulance or something.

But then Amy whimpers again, and I make up my mind.
She squeals a little as I take her hands in a tight grip, taking them off her ears.
“Amy, I’m right here”, I whisper to her, and she freezes under my touch.
She opens her eyes slowly and meets mine. Her eyes are watery from all the tears, and fear is filling every inch of them.
“No”, she whispers. “Niall doesn’t want to be with me, he’s not here”.

I ignore the pain that runs through my body when she says that, and wrap my arms around her. I pick her up and carry her to the bed, while she’s still shaking and trying not to cry again.
“Niall”, she suddenly whispers, looking at me. “You came”.

“Of course I came”, I whisper to her, as I lay her down in her bed, and cover her with blankets. She closes her eyes and I let go of her hand.

As I’m about to go to get her phone that was left in the bathroom, she mumbles something.
“Niall, please don’t go”.
I turn around, and Amy is still lying in her bed, with closed eyes.
Slowly I go up to the bed and lay down next to her, and I feel her relax and take my hand in hers.
“I won’t go”, I whisper in her ear, and she makes an agreeing noise.
Soon, her shaky breaths disappear and are replaced with tiny snores.



Don't come and say I didn't warn y'all

--Stella♥

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