I'm back and writing imagines again, sorry this took so long but I've been going through some issues myself that had to be dealt with. but everything is good and I'm good so back to writing it is. This one is pretty long so I hope you enjoy it and hope next one comes really soon :)

"Whether You See Me Or Not, I'll Always Be There When You Fall" - Niall Horan

'Worthless' 

'Ugly' 

'Gold Digger' 

'Whore' 

'Slut' 

'You're just using Niall. You don't love him, you're just a little bitch whose after his money and fame' 

'You're Useless. You should just kill yourself and do us all a favor'

All the hate messages were circling your head as you dug the knife deeper into your skin. You didn't want to do it but it was relieving. You weren't strong enough for all the hate. Sure you weren't as beautiful as Eleanor or as skinny as Danielle or as talented as Perrie but were you really that bad? Were you really holding Niall back from furthering his career with the boys. What if maybe, just maybe Niall and everyone else would be better off without you? You only caused people pain.

You applied another deep slash to your other arm, but it still wasn't good enough. The blood was pouring out of your hand so you grabbed a towel and wrapped it up, trying to stop the blood. You slid down the door and onto the floor still not feeling better. Cut after cut, you moved on to your thighs. You always hated them but you managed to keep them hidden. But you couldn't hide anything from these fans anymore.

They knew every inch of you. They noticed when you gained half a pound, they noticed when you wore less make up than usual, they even knew you had a tiny freckle on your eyelid you didn't even know you had until they pointed it out, as a flaw of course. You opened a blog titled 'Isabella-Niall'sMistake' who basically just talked shit about you and posted pictures of every imperfection. When you had showed it to Niall, he had told you they were just jealous that you're his perfect girl and that you have his heart and they just wanted to feel better about themselves by hating on you. He had made you smile widely that day, something you hadn't done in a while, actually a very long while.

'What the fuck is Niall doing with this piece of shit' you read, slashing your thigh. 

'I don't know what the fuck Niall sees in her, she's hideous' you read out loud, adding any other cut to your collection. 

'Why doesn't she just kill herself already and make Niall happy' you read, a tear sliding down your cheek.

That one cut deep into your heart. It's one thing to hate on your physical appearance but no one knew the love for Niall overflowing in your heart. If there was one thing keeping you alive it was Niall. You knew he deserved better than you. I don't think anyone lived up to how perfect Niall was so why you? Why did he pick you? You made 5 more cuts, one after the other. You felt weak because of all the blood loss, slowing leaving your body. Then all you saw is pitch black with a rim of white light. Was this the End? Did you just 'cut' Niall's misery and made all the Directioners happy?  

"Isabella.... Isabella. What the fuck? Liam please call 911. She needs help. Stay with me Bells, don't you dare leave me, I need you" was the last thing you heard before you completely shut down.

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You slowly opened your eyes adjusting to the light. So you were alive but where were you? You recalled last night in your head, looking at the cuts neatly bandaged on your arms and thighs. You looked to your left seeing 4 boys and 3 girls huddled close together sleeping soundly. You smiled for the first time in weeks, so they cared about you. They all had tear trails dried up on their cheeks. They were crying over you and you really couldn't believe it. You looked to your right and the most beautiful human being was on an arm chair, eyes closed and hair a mess, with his head hanging low in his hands. He wasn't sleeping though cause you didn't hear the cute little snores escaping his nose and mouth. A tear released from his eye, falling right on his jeans as you heard him sniffle.

"I just don't understand why you would do this? Why couldn't you just come and talk to me and tell me how you felt. I'm always here for you. I can't stand myself knowing I didn't stop you sooner. I can't live without the love of my life by my side. I loved you so much and it hurts that you did this" he croaked, voice dry and scratchy from the lack of water he lost with the tears.

"I didn't want you to worry" you whispered. He looked up, locking eyes with you, a small smile taking over his lips at your awakening.

"You're awake! I missed you so much" he cried, hugging you close.

"Isabella. I hate you for doing this to yourself" Louis piped, smiling at you.  "You scared us to death. We thought we lost you" Eleanor added, wiping a tear.

"Don't you know how much we love you?" Liam asked. 

"Yeah, it hurts to see you like this. We can't lose you" Dani added, hugging Liam closely.

"You are like family Izzy. We want you with us, close to us" Zayn said, squeezing your shoulders.  

"We would feel lost without our Crazy Izzy with us' Perrie added.

"You mean so much to us, especially Niall. Please stop this Isabella. Don't listen to them. Listen to the people who know you and love you and we love you Izzy, just the way you are" Harry chirped, hugging you close.

"I'm sorry guys, I thought I had no one to turn to. You have such busy lives, I didn't want to interfere with that. I love you guys too much to hurt you and I'm sorry. But do you mind giving me and Niall a minute?" you asked.

You hugged them closely one by one, thanking them and apologizing as they left the room.

"I'm so sorry. I really am I just...." You started to ramble as he cut you off.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

"I didn't want you to carry my baggage and I thought you would get angry and leave me" you whispered, lowering your head.

He gently lifted it up, looking into his eyes. "Angry at you? How could you possibly think I'd be angry at you? If anything I'm angry at myself." He stammered.

"Why?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

"Because I should've been there for you. I'm your boyfriend and as your boyfriend I should've been there to help you and protect you but I wasn't. I let you go through this alone" he said, crying full on.

You wiped the tears, bringing him close. "No, no Niall this wasn't your fault. Don't blame yourself" you said.

"Promise me something" he asked.

"Anything" you gushed.

"Promise me. Promise me that you'll come to me. I don't care what time it is, where I am or who I'm with. Whether I'm at a concert or interview you come to me and call me and let me help you, don't push me away" he asked, solemnly.

"I promise" you said, crashing your lips to his.

A few minutes passed and he joined you on the hospital bed, cuddling you tightly.

"I will always be there for you. Remember that you will always have me, your friends, your family who love you to bits. I'll do anything for you to get you to stop this. You're too perfect to be doing this to yourself. "Niall! What you just said made me want to stop" you smiled.

"I'm so grateful I have you in my life and seeing this made me want to live my life with you by my side" you said, hugging him close, burying your head in the crook of your neck.

He laughed, pecking your forehead sweetly as his phone rang. You look at the screen seeing millions of twitter notifications. Retweets and replies bombarding his phone.

"What did you tweet?" you asked, gobsmacked (surprised/in shock).

He handed you his phone as you read, 'Hate is not funny, it's cruel. Stop hating on my precious girlfriend because you are the reason she's in this state. I love her and when she hurts, it hurts me so please stop and support us. xxx'

You smiled at him, kissing him passionately like never before. "I love you so much" you mumbled against his lips.

"I love you too" he smiled, pulling away. Luckily, the hate did stop and people starting to accept your relationship and you as a person. The cutting stopped too and you were glad. You had found your way out and you couldn't have the done it without the love of your life, Niall James Timothy Horan.

I DIDN'T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE WITH THIS IMAGINE. IT WAS A REQUEST. CUTTING IS NOT SOMETHING TO JOKE ABOUT OR LAUGHED AT AND IT SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN LIGHTLY. I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO TAKE AWAY THEIR OWN LIFE WHEN THEY HAVE SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR. I AM HERE FOR ANYONE THAT GOES THROUGH THIS PROBLEM SO YOU ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT ALONE. IF ANYONE WISHES TO SPEAK TO ME ABOUT ANY PROBLEM OR CRISIS, YOU KNOW WHERE MY INBOX IS. I'LL BE HAPPY TO HELP YOU DEAL WITH ANYTHING LIFE DECIDES TO THROW AT YOU. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND I WANT TO BE THERE FOR YOU. STAY STRONG, HAPPY, HEALTHY AND BEAUTIFUL AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE AND DON'T THINK OTHERWISE. I LOVE YOU, MEGZZZZZ <3 xxxxxxx