Annat slut / alternativ slut

Your POV:
I still couldn’t move, I couldnt open my eyes, nothing. But when I was conscious, I could hear things. But more importantly I heard when the boys came in. One at a time. First was Liam. I so badly wanted to wake up and tell him nothing was his fault, I wanted to slap him for even thinking that. How could he, I chose to do this, it had nothing to do with him. But when he started telling me his feelings….I wanted to cry. Liam loved me…..he loves me even after this? I couldn’t help but feel relief when I heard him talking to me. The things he said..no one’s ever said those words to me, not even Niall. Liam poured his heart out to me, but I couldn’t respond. You don’t know how badly I wanted to. Liam is such a good person, but idk if I deserve him. He deserves someone who doesn’t have an ugly past like me. But I’m glad to hear his voice, he calmed me. Made me feel better, and hearing him say he wants me to wake up made me want to fight even more to wake up. But I just couldn’t…..it was easier said than done. I don’t know why I couldn’t wake up. Something was holding me back and I couldn’t fight it. Sometimes I could feel myself slipping away and I would be ready to go, but then I’d come back. It was like my heart was fighting for me to wake up, not my mind. I just didn’t know what to do though. Harry came in next, his deep voice letting me know who it was. He was sad, I knew it. And I couldn’t help but feel ashamed. But he let me know he loves me and wants me to also wake up. Zayn’s accent was one of a kind to me, so I loved hearing it, but of course he was sad too. Then Louis, sweet Louis, of all of them, I hated to hear him sad. It was heartbreaking hearing them, I wanted to reach out to them and let them know I was ok, but I couldn’t. They must all be mad at me because I promised them. They wont ever look at me the same…I ruined it. Not only my life, but my friends’. After Louis left, I could feel myself drifting away, but then I heard someone I hadn’t expected to. Niall’s irish accent. I could feel my heart beat race….because I was scared of what he was going to say. I wanted to be so mad at him, but even in this state, I couldn’t. Just when I thought I was going to black out again, I heard his voice. His voice kept me awake. Gosh how I missed his voice, missed his arms around me, missed him in every way. But then I remembered why I was in here. Liam was right, I should have never done this because of a boy. But i’m slowly learning from my mistakes and I know I can’t risk making another. Niall said he still loves me and wants me back. I could hear the sadness in Niall’s voice, but it all seemed out of guilt to me. I still loved Niall, but I didn’t deserve what he did to me. Should I take him back? If I ever wake up, I’ll decide then.

Liam’s POV:
It’s been a week since the accident. (Y/N)’s been unconscious for the most part of it. I was afraid she’d fall into the temporary thing the doctor mentioned. But every day I’d go and see her. I’d talk to her and hold her hand. Praying for a miracle to happen. I just wanted her to wake up and be alright. She didn’t have to be with me, but if she were to take me, I’d make her the happiest girl. I know I can, but if she didn’t, I’d also understand. Sometimes I could see her eyes twitch under her eyelids, and I’d think she’d open her eyes, but she wouldn’t. I kept praying and praying she’d wake up, but the doctors said there was no change in her condition. I know Niall’s been coming in too, but I can’t stand to see him. All of us, we’re all torn about this. Who knew it would take one girl to tear us apart. But it wasn’t (Y/N) who tore us apart, it was Niall. He did this. And I hope he was suffering for it. It was the start of another week and I was sitting in (Y/N)’s room reading her one of her favorite books, but when I looked up, she was looking at me. “(Y/N)?!”

Your POV:
I could hear Liam reading to me. I smiled because it was one of my favorites…….wait I just smiled? I tried opening my eyes and found that I could! The room was so bright though it hurt. So I closed them again, but I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to open them again so I opened them. When I found I could move my head, I turned to look at Liam. He was still reading, but he didn’t see me. I took this moment to study him. He looked in pain, sad, and angry all at the same time. I felt like crying seeing him like this. But as I sat there, I really looked at him. Liam had beautiful features. Ever since he cut off his hair, I hadn’t noticed him, but now I could see his face. His bone structure was like something out of a novel, and his eyes, the perfect shade of brown. His lips, the way his mouth moved, he was just beautiful. How come I hadn’t realized him before? It was then when Liam looked up and saw me looking at him. “(Y/N)?!” I gave him a weak smile and reached out my hand. He immediately dropped the book and grabbed my hand. He kissed my hand and just rested his head again it. I reached over with my other hand and rubbed his head. I could finally feel things, and Liam being the first thing I felt made me feel a lot better. I realized then that he had started crying. I wanted to cry too, but I knew I had to be strong for both him and I. “Liam………please don’t cry.” My throat was so dry it came out as a whisper. He looked up at me. His eyes were red and now puffy, but I could tell in his expression he was relieved and happy to see me. I smiled at him again to let him know I was ok. “(Y/N)…..are you………you’re finally awake…” I let out a little laugh, but it hurt to laugh. “Yes Liam….yes I am.” “Gosh……(Y/N) you don’t know how worried I’ve been……I’ve been praying everyday….waiting to see you wake up….and you’re finally here babe. God it’s good to see you smiling again.” I figured I should get right to the point with him. “Li….i’m sorry.” “Sorry? Sorry for what babe?” “I’m sorry you had to find me like that. Im sorry I did this to myself even though I promised I wouldn’t. But Liam…” “(Y/N), it’s ok. You don’t have to apologize for anything. Nothing. I’m glad I was the one who found you, knowing I was the one who saved you makes me feel less guilty.” “Liam…thank you. Words cannot express how happy I am that you saved my life. I owe you babe.” “You don’t owe me anything. Just please (Y/N), you can’t do this to yourself again. Never. Whenever you feel down again, just please come and talk to me. Or it doesn’t even have to be me, just talk to someone, anyone. This was so much on all of us, but more importantly on me…” He paused and I could tell he was going to repeat what he had told me. But I knew as soon as I woke up and saw him sitting next to me, my decision was made. I put my finger on his lips to stop him from talking. “Li……I heard everything.” His face lit up but also got a look of sadness in his eyes. “So…….you heard what I said?” He had a worried look now. “Yes, I did. And Li, I just want to let you know. Those words you said to me, no one has ever said that to me, and believe me, you helped me through this along with the other boys too….But Li….” I stopped to look him directly in his eyes. “I’m flattered that you’ve fallen for me, but I don’t deserve someone as good as you.” His face instantly turned into an argument face, but I stopped him. “Li, you deserve someone who isn’t damaged like I am. I’ll only remind you of what I’ve done. I don’t want to hurt you.” “(Y/N) the only way you can hurt me is if you don’t let me take care of you. I don’t care that you’re damaged or about anything that I’ve seen. I want you just the way you are love, and I want you to be mine……if you’ll have me.” His eyes were just longing for hope as he waited for me to answer.  I knew my decision when I woke up an saw Liam. But I knew it wasn’t Liam I wanted to be with. I hated myself for not wanting him, but I knew I still loved Niall too much and all I’d do is hurt Liam, and he didn’t deserve that. “Liam……….I love you…..but as a friend.” His face fell and I felt horrible. But he needed to hear this. “You’ve been there for me, and all this time, i’ve grown to see you as the big brother i’ve always wanted. Liam, I still love Niall. No mater what he’s done, I still love him, I can’t just ignore my feelings for him babe. But Liam, please don’t let this affect us. I still need you in my life and to be there for me. Can you do that?” He didn’t answer for a while which made me think he wasn’t going to want to be my friend, but eventually he answered. “Of course (Y/N). I respect you and Niall. And i’m glad to have a place in your life. I love you (Y/N). And I can respect your request. But you know I’ll always be here for you ok?” I nodded my head and smiled. Thankful Liam was taking this so easily. “I’m going to go let the nurses know you’re awake ok?” He left the room and I instantly felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I guess while he was out he told the other boys too because they soon started coming in. Harry arrived first and just hugged me. He started crying as he was hugging me and I just held him even harder. The same happened with Louis and Zayn. I loved these boys so much and appreciated them for being in my life. “Guys…I, um, just wanted to apologize. I know I promised you but..” “(Y/N) stop. It’s ok. We all forgive you, we’re just happy you’re awake and well. You’re back in our lives, that’s all that matter love.” Louis said. All I could do was smile at them. But then from the corner of my eye, I could see another figure entering the room. I turned to see Niall. He walked in slowly, looking scared to be here. It was probably because of the boys all being there. I knew he felt uncomfortable, but he still made the effort to come here. I gave him credit for that. I looked at Liam and nodded my head, letting him know it was alright. Him and the boys then left the room to give us some privacy. As soon as were were alone, Niall just stood by the door, frozen. He looked like someone had ran him over. His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkly, and his face had bruises. “Ni?”

Niall’s POV:
I heard the news that (Y/N) had finally woke up from Zayn. I was glad he told me because as soon as I heard, I ran out the door. On the way over here I felt confident in myself seeing her again, but when I got there all the boys were there laughing with her. And instantly I felt that confidence go away. Should I even be here? But seeing (Y/N) smile again, I knew I had to be here. But I didn’t make any approach to her. She smiled at Liam, and then boys left, leaving us alone. But I still couldn’t move towards her. I must of looked a mess because she had a hard look on her face when she loooked at me, but when she said my name, it woke me up. I walked over to her bed and just looked at her. She looked so much better,  back to herself. But when I looked at her arm, I could see the stitches and scaring already starting to appear. My eyes started watering at the sight. “Niall?” I looked directly into her eyes, better late than never I guess. I sat down and grabbed her hand. It fit into mine just perfectly like it always has. I missed this. “(Y/N), I am so sorry for what I did. I’m an asshole. A dick, whatever you want to call me. I just want you to know it was never my intention to hurt you babe. I…..” I started crying again, but (Y/N) just put her hand up to my face and wiped away my tears. I leaned into her hand and closed my eyes, wishing this moment could just stay like this forever, but no sooner had she put her hand there, she took it away. I opened my eyes and looked at her. “Ni, I heard everything the first time you came in here.” I let out a breath I hadn’t known I had held in. It was sort of a relief hearing that. “Ni, I love you, I do, but I can’t forgive you for what you did. Nor can I forget about it. You……you broke me. You were the one who made me believe in love, and then you took that away from me.” I started to protest but she kept going. “The only thing I have to say to you is sorry. I’m sorry for putting you through this. I shouldn’t have done this to myself, but doing this, I’ve learned from it. This time I can actually say I wont be doing this again. But Niall, I can’t be with you.” I put my head down hearing what she was saying. It was breaking my heart all over again. “I love you Niall, but we just can’t do this. Who’s to say you wont do this again? I can’t have the same thing happen to me again babe.” She then let out a little laugh. I looked up at her and frowned. “Niall, please just do me one favor.” I didn’t know if I could do her any good for anything, not any more. She didn’t want me back, how was I going to accept that? But all in all, I understood. It may take some time, but I could get through it. “Anything babe.” “Please just for me, still be my friend. I’ve known you for too long just to let our friendship end. No matter what happens, be my friend.” I thought about what she was saying, I didn’t think I could be friends with someone I still loved. But if this meant we’d still have some type of relationship, then I’d take it. “Yes, I will. Gladly.” She smiled. “Thank you Ni.” “No, I should be the one thanking you (Y/N). But I really am sorry…” “I know Ni, I know. But let’s move on ok?” “Ok.” My heart still hurt, but I felt better knowing I would still be apart of her life.  I got up to leave but she stopped me by grabbing my hand. “Niall……thank you.” I looked back at her, my heart constricting, but I couldn’t help be content with what was happening. “Sure (Y/N).” I started walking towards the door, but before I left, I gave her one last longing look. I was happy she was still here, but I knew I had to win her back somehow. I loved her too much to let her go.

—One week later—

Your POV:
It’s been a week since I’ve been released. I was still staying with Liam because I had nowhere to go. And he respected my privacy and didn’t change in any way towards me. It felt good to be back at home. But over the course of the week, I couldn’t help but think about Niall. I really did it, I told him I couldn’t be with him, but when I said that, my heart broke. I still loved him, but did he deserve me? He looked a mess when he came to see me. I couldn’t help but feel he really did feel bad about what he did. But I knew I could never forgive him for it. He still texted me, checking in on me to see how I was doing. I was glad he still kept in touch, but he never made it a point to come over and see me. And that hurt, because I knew our relationship probably wouldn’t be the same anymore. Liam would see me in my room crying because I miss Niall, but he never said anything. He’d just hold me and told me everything would be ok.

Niall’s POV:
Its been a week since (Y/N) has gotten out, and it’s been a week since i’ve been thinking of a way to get her back. I would text her, but I couldn’t go and see her until I knew exactly how to win her back. But what shocked me was when Liam and all the boys showed up at my house one day. I opened the door and there they all were, just standing there looking at me. Liam had a pained look on his face and I immediately thought of (Y/N). Was she ok? “Guys…..?” “Can we come in?” Zayn asked. I stepped aside to let them in. We all sat in the living room to talk. I noticed Liam looking around the room, probably noticing I hadn’t taken down the pictures of me and (Y/N). I just couldn’t take them down. But I guess I probably should. “I know, I haven’t taken them down.” Liam turned back to look at me. His face serious. He had slowly begun talking to me again, but it was still strained. “Ni…..first off i’d like to apologize for what I did to you back at the hospital. Yelling at you, hitting you. I just lost it and I’m sorry. But we all came here because we’re worried about (Y/N).” I didn’t react to Liam apologizing to me because as soon as he said (Y/N)’s name, I could only think about that. “What’s wrong?” “Ever since she’s been back, I mean she’s great, but you can tell she’s sad Ni. She tells me everything’s ok with her, but when I walk by her room, I can hear her crying. And when I look in it’s because she’s looking at a picture of you. She misses you Ni. And all of us felt we owed it to her to come and tell you this……….because you need to win her back Niall. Not just for her, but for you too. We all want you both happy.” I was surprised to hear this. (Y/N) said she couldn’t forgive me for what I did and she didn’t want me. But she also said she’d couldn’t trust that I would do this again. So how was I suppose to win her back. “How am I suppose to do that? She said she doesn’t want me.” “We’ve arrange for you two to go out to dinner. She doesn’t know about it being you that she’s going to dinner with. Win her over like you did on your first date. Tell her what your heart’s thinking mate. I know you guys can work things out.” After Zayn finished, I sat there and thought about what he was saying. Would that really work? When I looked up all the boys were nodding their heads, even Liam. “Ok, I’ll do it. When is this dinner?” “Tonight.” “Tonight?! Dang short notice guys.” “Don’t worry you’ll be fine Ni. Just be at Nandos by 7pm. We’ll bring her around 7:30 ok?” “K.” They all started to get up and leave but before they could I stopped them. “Um, thank you guys. I really appreciate this. Really, I do.” They eached hugged me and I felt better about our relationship. When I hugged Liam, he held on the longest. “Please treat her right Niall.” He whispered. “I will mate.” He let go and smiled. They all left, and when I looked at the clock it was already 5pm. I had to hurry up and get ready and think about what I was going to say.

Your POV:
Liam came home telling me to get ready because we were going out to eat with the boys. I wondered if Niall would be there too but he made no mention of it. It was already 5 so I started getting ready. I took my shower, did my hair and make up and chose casual clothes because I couldn’t bring myself to put on a dress. I didn’t feel the need to. So when I came down stairs and saw Liam in casual clothes too I felt a little better. We drove over to Nandos and saw the boys outside waiting for us, I looked for Niall, but didn’t see him. I felt a little sad, but still greatful these guys were taking me out. Liam and I got out and greeted the boys. They held open the door for me and I walked in. When I walked in I noticed there was no one else there. What the hell? It’s Saturday, they’re usually busy as hell. I turned to look at the boys and they just pretended this was normal. Hmm..They started walking towards the back so I followed them. As soon as we turned a corner I froze, seeing who was sitting there. It was Niall. Sitting in a booth, in a tux, with candles surrounding the booth. There were rose petals all over the table and even a path towards the table. I smiled seeing this. I looked at Niall and he looked nervous, but he smiled when he saw me. I turned and looked at the boys and they were all smiling at me. They had set this up, they knew. God how I loved them. ‘Thank You’ I mouthed to them. They all nodded and walked away, leaving me and Niall alone. I started walking down the rose path towards the table. When I reached the end, Niall stood up and took my hand. “Hi (Y/N).” He kissed my hand and smiled at me. I couldn’t help but feel so happy at the moment. Niall was here, trying to impress me. He hadn’t dressed up like this for me in a long time, but I appreciated it now. But now I felt stupid for wearing casual clothes, but Niall didn’t seem to care. “Hi Ni.” He motioned for me to sit down, i did and he sat opposite me. He still looked nervous, so I smiled at him to let him know it was ok. “Niall, stop being so nervous.” “Uh, sorry, I just um..Want this to be perfect for you.” That made my heart skip a beat. He didn’t know how much this meant to me, seeing him. “Niall, you being here is perfect enough.” “Wow…really?” He didn’t seem to believe me when I said that, so I wanted to let him know how I felt. “Yes babe. And to be honest, I’ve miss you.” He left out a huge breath and I laughed. “(Y/N) you don’t know how good it is to hear that. I, um, I know that words can’t describe how much I regret doing what I did and how sorry I am. And I don’t know how many times I can tell you that, but I miss you. I miss us. I miss coming home and seeing you dancing around the kitchen in my clothes. You looked so happy to be with me, and that’s what made me happy.” My eyes started to water but I didn’t want to cry yet. “(Y/N) I feel so lonely without you. I can’t move on and forget the wonderful relationship I had with you. Hell, I havent even taken down all the pictures of us. And when I came home that night and saw the one from our first date on the ground, that’s when I knew I had made a mistake. I love you (Y/N), always have, always will.” He looked down and started playing with his hands, something I knew he did when he was really nervous about something. “Remember, when we I found you the first night we got together?” He looked up at me.  I knew what he was going to say, so of course I started crying. “I told you  that I loved you. I told you that nothing would ever come between us. And (Y/N), I meant it when I said that. Nothing, this thing that happened, it was just a little bump in our relationship.” He then got up and came over to where I was sitting. What he did next though shocked the hell out of me. He pulled a little black box out of his pocket and got down on one knee. My breath caught in my throat as he took my hand and put the box in my hand. I was sobbing by now, but I was so happy about this. It was the same box my earrings had been in, and I remember thinking it was a ring then. This time, it better be a damn ring I swear. “(Y/N), if you’ll have me……I’d like you to be my wife.” I opened the box and saw a beautiful diamond ring. It was one of the ones I joked around with him about that I wanted. He remembered, this made my heart beat faster. I looked at him, he was waiting for my answer. I know I couldn’t forgive and forget what he did, but I knew deep down that my love for him overpowered any of that. “Yes, Ni. Yes!” He took the ring out and put it on my left ring finger, he jumped up and hugged me in one of his Niall Horan hugs. He was so happy. I was happy, and I’m glad he asked. The boys then all came from around the corner and started clapping. Niall let go of me enough to look at them. They were all smiling and I couldn’t help but look at Liam. He nodded his head and smiled at me. I smiled back and then looked at Niall. I kissed him and hugged him again. Thankful for everything that had happened. Even though it was bad, bad things happen in order for good things to come along, and I was thankful for Niall and all the boys in my life.

Your POV:
I still couldn’t move, I couldnt open my eyes, nothing. But when I was conscious, I could hear things. But more importantly I heard when the boys came in. One at a time. First was Liam. I so badly wanted to wake up and tell him nothing was his fault, I wanted to slap him for even thinking that. How could he, I chose to do this, it had nothing to do with him. But when he started telling me his feelings….I wanted to cry. Liam loved me…..he loves me even after this? I couldn’t help but feel relief when I heard him talking to me. The things he said..no one’s ever said those words to me, not even Niall. Liam poured his heart out to me, but I couldn’t respond. You don’t know how badly I wanted to. Liam is such a good person, but idk if I deserve him. He deserves someone who doesn’t have an ugly past like me. But I’m glad to hear his voice, he calmed me. Made me feel better, and hearing him say he wants me to wake up made me want to fight even more to wake up. But I just couldn’t…..it was easier said than done. I don’t know why I couldn’t wake up. Something was holding me back and I couldn’t fight it. Sometimes I could feel myself slipping away and I would be ready to go, but then I’d come back. It was like my heart was fighting for me to wake, not my mind. I just didn’t know what to do though. Harry came in next, his deep voice letting me know who it was. He was sad, I knew it. And I couldn’t help but feel ashamed. But he let me know he loves me and wants me to also wake up. Zayn’s accent was one of a kind to me, so I loved hearing it, but of course he was sad too. Then Louis, sweet Louis, of all of them, I hated to hear him sad. It was heartbreaking hearing them, I wanted to reach out to them and let them know I was ok, but I couldn’t. They must all be mad at me because I promised them. They wont ever look at me the same…I ruined it. Not only my life, but my friends’. After Louis left, I could feel myself drifting away, but then I heard someone I hadn’t expected to. Niall’s irish accent. I could feel my heart beat race….because I was scared of what he was going to say. I wanted to be so mad at him, but even in this state, I couldn’t. Just when I thought I was going to black out again, I heard his voice. His voice kept me awake. Gosh how I missed his voice, missed his arms around me, missed him in every way. But then I remembered why I was in here. Liam was right, I should have never done this because of a boy. But i’m slowly learning from my mistakes and I know I can’t risk making another. Niall said he still loves me and wants me back, but his words didn’t touch my heart like Liam’s did. I could hear the sadness in Niall’s voice, but it all seemed out of guilt to me. I still loved Niall, but I didn’t deserve what he did to me. Should I take him back? If I ever wake up, I’ll decide then.

Liam’s POV:
It’s been a week since the accident. (Y/N)’s been unconscious for the most part of it. I was afraid she’d fall into the temporary thing the doctor mentioned. But every day I’d go and see her. I’d talk to her and hold her hand. Praying for a miracle to happen. I just wanted her to wake up and be alright. She didn’t have to be with me, but if she were to take me, I’d make her the happiest girl. I know I can, but if she didn’t, I’d also understand. Sometimes I could see her eyes twitch under her eyelids, and I’d think she’d open her eyes, but she wouldn’t. I kept praying and praying she’d wake up, but the doctors said there was no change in her condition. I know Niall’s been coming in too, but I can’t stand to see him. All of us, we’re all torn about this. Who knew it would take one girl to tear us apart. But it wasn’t (Y/N) who tore us apart, it was Niall. He did this. And I hope he was suffering for it. It was the start of another week and I was sitting in (Y/N)’s room reading her one of her favorite books, but when I looked up, she was looking at me. “(Y/N)?!”

Your POV:
I could hear Liam reading to me. I smiled because it was one of my favorites…….wait I just smiled? I tried opening my eyes and found that I could! The room was so bright though it hurt. So I closed them again, but I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to open them again so I opened them. When I found I could move my head, I turned to look at Liam. He was still reading, but he didn’t see me. I took this moment to study him. He looked in pain, sad, and angry all at the same time. I felt like crying seeing him like this. But as I sat there, I really looked at him. Liam had beautiful features. Ever since he cut off his hair, I hadn’t noticed him, but now I could see his face. His bone structure was like something out of a novel, and his eyes, the perfect shade of brown. His lips, the way his mouth moved, he was just beautiful. How come I hadn’t realized him before? It was then when Liam looked up and saw me looking at him. “(Y/N)?!” I gave him a weak smile and reached out my hand. He immediately dropped the book and grabbed my hand. He kissed my hand and just rested his head again it. I reached over with my other hand and rubbed his head. I could finally feel things, and Liam being the first thing I felt made me feel a lot better. I realized then that he had started crying. I wanted to cry too, but I knew I had to be strong for both him and I. “Liam………please don’t cry.” My throat was so dry it came out as a whisper. He looked up at me. His eyes were red and now puffy, but I could tell in his expression he was relieved and happy to see me. I smiled at him again to let him know I was ok. “(Y/N)…..are you………you’re finally awake…” I let out a little laugh, but it hurt to laugh. “Yes Liam….yes I am. And I’m glad you’re the one that’s here.” “Gosh……(Y/N) you don’t know how worried I’ve been……I’ve been praying everyday….waiting to see you wake up….and you’re finally here babe. God it’s good to see you smiling again.” I figured I should get right to the point with him. “Li….i’m sorry.” “Sorry? Sorry for what babe?” “I’m sorry you had to find me like that. Im sorry I did this to myself even though I promised I wouldn’t. But Liam…” “(Y/N), it’s ok. You don’t have to apologize for anything. Nothing. I’m glad I was the one who found you, it just showed me how much I care for you.” “Liam…thank you. Words cannot express how happy I am that you saved my life. I owe you babe.” “You don’t owe me anything. Just please (Y/N), you can’t do this to yourself again. Never. Whenever you feel down again, just please come and talk to me. Or it doesn’t even have to be me, just talk to someone, anyone. This was so much on all of us, but more importantly on me…” He paused and I could tell he was going to repeat what he had told me. But I knew as soon as I woke up and saw him sitting next to me, my decision was made. I put my finger on his lips to stop him from talking. “Li……I heard everything.” His face lit up but also got a look of sadness in his eyes. “So…….you heard what I said?” He had a worried look now. “Yes, I did. And Li, I just want to let you know. Those words you said to me, no one has ever said that to me, and it was your voice that helped me through this babe. I thought I was alone while I was in this state, but all that I could picture was you Liam. You helped me babe. And Li….” I stopped to look him directly in his eyes. “I’m flattered that you’ve fallen for me, because I like you too Liam. But I don’t deserve someone as good as you.” His face instantly turned into an argument face, but I stopped him. “Li, you deserve someone who isn’t damaged like I am. I’ll only remind you of what I’ve done. I don’t want to hurt you.” “(Y/N) the only way you can hurt me is if you don’t let me take care of you. I don’t care that you’re damaged or about anything that I’ve seen. I want you just the way you are love, and I want you to be mine……if you’ll have me.” His eyes were just longing for hope as he waited for me to answer.  I knew I liked Liam, but didn’t know if I was ready for another relationship so soon. But looking at Liam again told me I’d be safe with him, and I believed him when he said he’d take care of me. “Liam……….of course I wil babe.” “Oh thank God, omg. (Y/N), you’ve just made me the happiest person!” He kissed my forehead and laughed. “I’m going to go let the nurses know you’re awake ok?” He left the room and I instantly felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Liam made me happy, and I was glad I could return that happiness to him. I guess while he was out he told the other boys too because they soon started coming in. Harry arrived first and just hugged me. He started crying as he was hugging me and I just held him even harder. The same happened with Louis and Zayn. I loved these boys so much and appreciated them for being in my life. “Guys…I, um, just wanted to apologize. I know I promised you but..” “(Y/N) stop. It’s ok. We all forgive you, we’re just happy you’re awake and well. You’re back in our lives, that’s all that matter love.” Louis said. All I could do was smile at them.
But then from the corner of my eye, I could see another figure entering the room. I turned to see Niall. He walked in slowly, looking scared to be here. It was probably because of the boys all being there. I knew he felt uncomfortable, but he still made the effort to come here. I gave him credit for that. I looked at Liam and nodded my head, letting him know it was alright. Him and the boys then left the room to give us some privacy. As soon as were were alone, Niall just stood by the door, frozen. He looked like someone had ran him over. His hair was a mess, his clothes wrinkly, and his face had bruises. “Ni?”

Niall’s POV:
I heard the news that (Y/N) had finally woke up from Zayn. I was glad he told me because as soon as I heard, I ran out the door. On the way over here I felt confident in myself seeing her again, but when I got there all the boys were there laughing with her. And instantly I felt that confidence go away. Should I even be here? But seeing (Y/N) smile again, I knew I had to be here. But I didn’t make any approach to her. She smiled at Liam, the way she looked at him, I couldn’t help but notice, because she used to look at me that way. What was happening?? The boys then left, leaving us alone. But I still couldn’t move towards her. I must of looked a mess because she had a hard look on her face when she loooked at me, but she said my name, it woke me up. I walked over to her bed and just looked at her. She looked so much better,  back to herself. But when I looked at her arm, I could see the stitches and scaring already starting to appear. My eyes started watering at the sight. “Niall?” I looked directly into her eyes, better late than never I guess. I sat down and grabbed her hand. It fit into mine just perfectly like it always has. I missed this. “(Y/N), I am so sorry for what I did. I’m an asshole. A dick, whatever you want to call me. I just want you to know it was never my intention to hurt you babe. I…..” I started crying again, but (Y/N) just put her hand up to my face and wiped away my tears. I leaned into her hand and closed my eyes, wishing this moment could just stay like this forever, but no sooner had she put her hand there, she took it away. I opened my eyes and looked at her. “Ni, I heard everything the first time you came in here.” I let out a breath I hadn’t known I had held in. It was sort of a relief hearing that. “Ni, I love you, I do, but I can’t forgive you for what you did. Nor can I forget about it. You……you broke me. You were the one who made me believe in love, and then you took that away from me.” I started to protest but she kept going. “The only thing I have to say to you is sorry. I’m sorry for putting you through this. I shouldn’t have done this to myself, but doing this, I’ve learned from it. This time I can actually say I wont be doing this again. But Niall, I can’t be with you.” I put my head down hearing what she was saying. It was breaking my heart all over again. “I love you Niall, but we just can’t do this. Who’s to say you wont do this again? I can’t have the same thing happen to me again babe.” She then let out a little laugh. I looked up at her and frowned. “Niall, please just do me one favor.” I didn’t know if I could do her any good for anything, not any more. She didn’t want me back, how was I going to accept that? But all in all, I understood. It may take some time, but I could get through it. “Anything babe.” “Please just for me, still be my friend. I’ve known you for too loong just to let our friendship end. No matter what happens, be my friend.” I thought about what she was saying, I didn’t think I could be friends with someone I still loved. But if this meant we’d still have some type of relationship, then I’d take it. “Yes, I will. Gladly.” She smiled. “Thank you Ni.” “No, I should be the one thanking you (Y/N). But I really am sorry…” “I know Ni, I know. But let’s move on ok?” “Ok.” My heart still hurt, but I felt better knowing I would still be apart of her life. Just then Liam came back in. Her face instantly lit up, and looking at him, his face was the same. It finally hit me, why Liam was so mad at me, why he took it out on me, why he was the first to go and see her………he loved her. I should of seen it sooner. “It’s Liam…..isn’t it?” I looked at her. She looked back at me and her face fell. “Yes, Niall.” This is what she meant by ‘no matter what happens’. She was with Liam now. But there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t be mad at her or him. She deserved happiness, and Liam was obviously it. I looked down at my hands, trying to accept this. “Ok, I’ll leave you two alone.” I got up to leave but she stopped me by grabbing my hand. “Niall……thank you.” I looked back at her, my heart constricting, but I couldn’t help be content with what was happening. “Sure (Y/N).” I started walking towards the door, Liam was still standing there when I reached it. I paused and looked at him. He no longer had the hatred look in his eyes, but finally an acceptance longing there. He was wanting my approval. It took my back actually thinking he still cared enough to ask for that, but I was also glad he’d still be in my life also. So I nodded my head and walked out.

—One week later—

Your POV:
It’s been a week since I’ve been released. And it felt so good to be home, with Liam. We were all at his house having a BBQ for my welcome home party. I looked to where Liam was talking with the boys and couldn’t help but smile. He looked so happy and right at home. I couldn’t help but smile because I was the reason for his happiness, and he was the reason for mine. The boys congratulated us on being together and loved it. And with that, I looked over to where Niall was. He was with Josh. Him and the boys rekindled their relationship, but you could tell he still held back a little. I was just glad he was here. He saw me looking at him and he just nodded his head. I smiled at him and he smiled back. We had barely talked over the last week, but he still checked on me to see how I was doing. We were working on our relationship, but I knew it would take some time, but I was ok with that. Liam then came over and hugged me. I loved being with him already. And I knew we’d be together for quite some time, but it didn’t matter because being with Liam was all that I needed. And what do you know, he’s the one I ended up marrying

Niall’s POV:
Liam hit me right in the jaw. I fell to the ground and felt him climb on top of me. He continued to hit my face, succeeding a lot, but I had my hands up to try and block the hits. I could finally feel the other boys trying to pull him off and fianlly succeeded. I just layed there, breathing heavily trying to catch my breath before I got up. Harry and Louis were holding onto Liam, and Zayn helped me up. I wiped the blood from my lip and just looked at Liam. “What…the hell man! What was that for?!” I was pissed now. But looking at Liam, the look he had said he’d been holding this in for a while. I looked at the other boys and all I saw were puffy and red eyes. What is happening? “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU HAD NEVER LEFT HER NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!! I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS THERE FOR HER NIALL! NOT YOU. SHE CRIED TO ME ABOUT YOU! AND WHERE WERE YOU? MESSING WITH ANOTHER GIRL!” “How is she?” was all I could whisper. I knew this was my fault. He didn’t know how much I bamed myself for this. “HOW IS SHE? THAT’S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? SHE’S IN A FUCKIN HOSPITAL BECAUSE SHE CUT HERSELF NIALL!” He paused to catch his breath. “You know her past, you know her better than any of us. Did this not cross your mind once when you were messing around with that girl? Huh??” To be honest, no. She said she recovered from that…….but I was the one who helped her with that….God. The boys had a reason to be mad at me. I broke her again. “No, Liam. I didn’t. And I sure as hell didn’t want her to do this to herself. You don’t think I’m not beating myself up right now?! Well I am, because I know what I did was a mistake on my part. I learned from it Liam. So calm down and tell me how she is doing!” The boys finally let him go because he calmed down a bit. I was still breathing heavy because Liam got me pretty good. Liam didn’t even look at me, he just went and sat down. Louis is the one who spoke. “She’s lost a lot of blood. She was barely alive when they got her here. They’re giving her a blood transfusion. But they don’t know if it’ll be enough to save her. She’s in and out of consciousness right now.” It was that bad…….she would of been dead had Liam not found her. Thank God he found her in time. I ended up sitting down with the rest of the boys. We were all waiting for more information about (Y/N) when a doctor came out. Liam was the first to stand up then the rest of us followed. “Are you guys here for Ms. (Y/L/N)?” “Yes.” we all said at once. “Ok well, we’ve given her the blood transfusion and closed up her cuts, and she’s stable. But there’s a chance of her going into a temporary unconscious state.” When she said that, we all just looked at her confused. “Meaning she could be unconscious for days, weeks, months, years. It’s all up to her. She’s the only one who can pull herself out of this. We’ve done all we can at this point.” The boys nodded their heads while a million thoughts started going through my head. What if that happens? I’ll never get the chance to tell her im sorry, i’ll never hear her voice again..”Can we see her?” “Yes, but only one at a time.” “I’ll go first” Liam said. The doctor nodded her head and walked him back to her room. We all just sat back down and I put my head in my hands. I was getting a major headache. But most of all, I was worried. Worried (Y/N) wouldn’t make it through this. Mad at myself for doing this. Blaming myself for breaking her walls down. I was the one who found her in her broken state and I was the one who fixed her. Made her believe in love again. But then I was the one who crushed all of that for her. On the way over here I decided I didn’t want to be with Tiffany. It wasn’t worth this. I just wanted (Y/N) back. I needed to let her know I still love her.

Liam’s POV:
The doctor walked me down to (Y/N)’s room. The door was open and I could see her laying there looking like she was just sleeping. “Like I said, she’s in and out of consciousness, and she can’t reply, but she’ll hear you if she’s conscious ok?” I just nodded my head and walked in. I closed the door so I’d have some privacy with her. Walking over to her bed, she looked better than when I found her. She had color in her face and looked peaceful, but most of all she looked just so much better. I was so nervous when I found her. I thought I hadn’t reached her in time, but thank God I did. She had a feeding tube in her mouth, an IV in her hand, and a blood pressure cuff on her arm. All the machines around her were slowly beeping, but I’m guessing that meant she was ok. Just as long as they were beeping I was ok. It was then I noticed her arm was completely covered up, but I could see some blood spots here and there. Gosh she was still bleeding from the cuts. How deep did she go?? Doesnt matter, she’s here now. That’s all that matters. I pulled a chair up next to her bed and sat down. For a moment all I could do was look at her. But then I grabbed her hand and craddled it in both of mine. She felt a little warmer than before, and that was a relief to me. But if she felt me holding her hand, she made no sign of it. I started talking to her, hoping she was conscious to hear me.
“(Y/N), I really hope you can hear me………It’s Liam babe….” I was already starting to tear up. “(Y/N)…why did you do this?….You promised us you wouldn’t do this babe. I want to be mad you, but I can’t. I can’t because you and me have grown closer these past few months, and I should have never left you alone……I should of stayed with you until I knew you were ok..I’m mad at myself for leaving you…..here you have Niall leaving you and then I left you. I shouldn’t have done that (Y/N). If I had stayed with you, none of this would of happened….I’m so sorry (Y/N).” I was crying now, just letting it all out. Not caring if she couldn’t hear this, I just needed to say this out loud to help me. “I can’t help but think this is partly my fault. I know if you were awake now you’d slap me for saying that…….but you should of called one of us babe, why didn’t you (Y/N)? Why? We all love you, you could of came to us. Why would you let Niall ruin you like this? You deserve so much better…..so much……you should never beat yourself up over a boy (Y/N). Never. No matter how hard it gets, no matter the circumstances, you can get through it babe. Not by yourself, but with the help from others. Others like me, and Harry and Louis and Zayn. After they took you away, I tried to wash your blood from my hands, but it just wouldn’t go away…….it’s like it was staying there to show me what I did……this is partly my fault babe. But please…..I need you to wake up…..I need to see you smiling again….we all want to see you laughing again…..but me especially…I need to see you up and well again babe……I can’t help but think about what life would be like without you around…and you know what….it would be hell without you (Y/N). You’re the one who kept us all in line, but at the same time you made us laugh.” I stopped to laugh and put my head down and rested it on her hand. ‘Liam this is useless, she can’t hear you’ my mind was telling me, but I had to get this out. “(Y/N), for months, I’ve watched you. I’ve seen the charisma you have, the wonderful person you, and I can’t help but admit……that I’ve fallen for you (Y/N). I’ve held it in because I felt bad for falling for my best friend’s girlfriend. But when Niall messed up, I should have told you babe. I should have called you right away, but I was torn…torn between love and a friendship. I should of let love win because you wouldn’t be like this now. I’m so sorry babe…….please come back..” I started crying again. I looked up at her, but saw nothing. She was just laying there, not responding. Ugh, this was killing me. I sat there for a few more minutes, but I knew the others wanted to see her. I let go of her hand and wiped my face. Slowly I got up and walked out the door. When I reached the reception area, all the boys instantly looked up at me. “I…um…whoever’s next..” I just walked outside and sat in my car, not being able to take being in there anymore.

Niall’s POV:
After Liam left, Harry went in next. Then Zayn, then Louis. I wanted to be last so i’d have the most time with her. But when it finally got to my turn, I was at a loss for words. When I walked into her room, I wanted to break down. She was laying there, so peacefully, but yet not. Because all I could see was the bandage on her arm. The cutting. She was cutting herself because of me, because I messed up. Not messed up, I ruined her life…I went and sat by her bed. I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She still smelled like her perfume, I loved that smell, vanilla. She wore it for me because I love it. I grabbed her hand and sat down. I didn’t know if she could feel me or hear me, but I had to talk to her. I just really hoped she heard this. I know I should wait til she woke up to hear this, because she is going to wake up, but I needed to say this now. “(Y/N), its Niall babe……i love you so much……I didn’t mean for this to happen..it was never my intention. I thought I loved Tiffany, but truth is I was confused. Confused about us. I knew I love you, I just didn’t know anymore. I questioned myself everyday. But I knew you loved me. And that’s why I stayed with you…but yet I still saw Tiffany on the side. I thought I would end it, but I just couldn’t. And then the boys found out, and I made them promise not to tell you. They wanted to tell you so bad….but I made them. And it broke me when I saw you sitting there with Zayn. Finding out the way you did, that shouldn’t of been the way you found out babe…im so sorry…im so mad at myself for doing this. I did this to you. I should of thought of you, I should of protected you from your past, instead I brought it back. You don’t know how much I hate myself right now, and I know the boys hate me just as well. But no words can ever make up for what I did, and if you don’t forgive me, I understand. Because I wouldn’t forgive me if I were you. But I just want to let you know babe, that I love you dearly and am sorry for what I did. I just wish you hadn’t of chosen this route. But please….please wake up so I can tell you this in person (Y/N). I miss you…..and I want you back if you’ll have me babe….so please fight this…” I sat there and cried on her bed. As soon as my breathing returned to normal I finally got up. I gave her one last kiss and left. I just prayed she made it out of this soon

Your POV:
I was numb. I couldn’t see anything. All that surrounded me was blackness. What happened? All I remember was being in the bathroom and……cutting myself. Oh god. Was I dead? No, I could feel myself going in and out of consciousness. But most of the time it was just darkness. At one point though, I opened my eyes. It was very blurry, but I could see someone next to me, holding me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open so I closed them. But I heard everything around me. I could hear shouting, but there was a calm voice next to me. And what it was saying was what kept me fighting to stay conscious. They were repeatedly saying ‘please (Y/N), please, don’t die, don’t die’. It was a someone I knew, but I couldnt figure out who it was. I tried to open my eyes one last time, and when I did, I finally realized who it was. Liam. He was talking but I couldn’t hear him anymore, he was walking fast, and then he let go of my hand. My eyes closed after that and I past out again.

Liam’s POV:
The ambulance just took off with (Y/N). I couldn’t go with her because I’m not family, but they told me where to go. After they left, I just stood there in a state of shock. I looked down and my clothes and arms were covered in blood. I frantically started wiping the blood off, but no matter how hard I tried, it didn’t seem to go away. She promised. She said she wouldn’t do this. I could feel my eyes starting to water. I wanted to yell, I wanted to be mad, but I couldn’t. I had to go to the hospital so I could be there for her when she woke up. Because she is going to wake up, she will…….I hope she does…..God please.

Niall’s POV:
We had just got done with the studio, and I was heading to my house. I had been walking a lot of walking so I could think, and tonight Zayn wanted to walk with me. I was preparing for the talk to come from him, but he didn’t say anything the entire walk to my flat. When we finally reached my door, I noticed a white envelope and bag on the mat. I picked it up, and it felt heavy. I unlocked the door and set my keys down. Zayn closed the door behind us and walked over to the couch. I sat down next to him and opened the envelope. I dug inside and pulled out a ring. When I realized what it was, I let out a sigh. It was the mood ring I had given (Y/N). It was changing to black now that I was holding it. She loved this thing even though I got it out of a machine. I thought it was the smartest thing I had done to give this to her cuz I always would know what her mood was. I put it on my ring finger and left it there. I could feel my heart racing as I prepared myself for what’s next. I pulled out a black box next. It was the earrings I gave her on our 2nd anniversary. I bought them because I knew they’d look beautiful on her. She only wore them when we had events to go to, but god I loved when she wore them. It reminded me that I did something special for her even though I know she wanted to see a ring inside that box instead. I had thought about buying the ring, but I was afraid she’d say no. So  I didn’t buy it. I put the earrings down and picked up the bag. When I opened it, my heart broke. I thought she’d keep this forever. But i guess not. I pulled out the Free Hugs t-shirt and held it in front of me. This is my favorite shirt. One day I came home to her wearing it and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She loved it so much I told he she could have it. Seeing the shirt broke me. I really ruined it didn’t I? I had forgotten all about Zayn until he spoke. “Ni….do you really love Tiffany?” I took a while to answer, thinking about what I was going to say. “I don’t know anymore Zayn.” I hesitated again. “After seeing this, I don’t know if what I did was worth it.” “Mate, (Y/N) loved you with all her heart. She was the best girl for you Ni, and you threw it all away for some girl. Why? She didn’t deserve that Ni.” I was going to answer but was cut off by the sound of Zayn’s phone going off. The ringtone was Toy Story so I knew it was Liam. But when Zayn answered, his face completely paled. “What? What happened?!……..When??!?………..Where are you?…….Ok I’m coming.” Zayn quickly got up and was about to walk out the door before I stopped him. “What is it Zayn? Is it one of the boys? What happened?” He hesitated at the door. “I can’t tell you Niall.” He hadn’t met my eyes so I knew he wanted to but really couldn’t. “Who is it Zayn?” When he finally looked up, I realized there were tears in his eyes. This was bad, really bad. Zayn never cried. “Its……….its (Y/N)……she’s in the hospital.” My heart dropped and I suddenly felt cold. “What? Is she ok?” “Liam found her in the bathroom, she had just got done cutting herself Ni, and she’s lost a lot of blood.” (Y/N)? Why would she do that?! ” I have to go with you Zayn, please let me go with you.” I could tell he wanted to say no, but he just nodded his head. I grabbed my jacket and we walked out the door. We arrived at the hospital and rushed in. I could see the boys sitting down, but Liam was pacing back and forth. But when he saw me, his face turned from concern to hate and he had started running towards me. The only thing I saw was Liam’s fist coming for my face.

((Warning, self-inflicting harm in this story. I encourage anyone thinking or doing this, to please stop or don’t do this because you are better than that and deserve better.))

Niall’s POV:
I waited to go home. I didn’t want to show up and see (Y/N) there packing her things. I know if I did, I would change my mind about the whole  situation. We made that flat our home, and now she was no longer apart of it. Though I know all i’ll see is her face everywhere I look. I finally  decided it was time to leave the studio and go back. Tiffany was still with me but I dropped her off because I needed time to myself. When I got home, everything still looked the same. She even left the car we picked out together at the studio. When I walked further in I noticed glass in  front of the fireplace. As I got closer, I realized it was a picture on the floor. I picked it up, and instantly had a knot in my stomach. It was our  first picture together, right after our first date. I knew she was the one for me that night, so what happened to us? Or rather, what happened to me? Still holding the picture, I walked up the stairs to our room. As soon as I opened it, I felt the loneliness of the room before I even looked. All her stuff was gone. The drawers were left open, some of my things left on the floor, her jewelry all gone, everything. I walked over and sat on what used to be her side of the bed. I craddled the picture in my hands just looking at it. I saw a drop of water drip on the picture, when I reached up to my face, I realized I was crying. I didn’t know how to explain it, hell I couldn’t even figure it out myself. But of course I love (Y/N), but then I also love Tiffany now. I can’t have both, so I had to choose. I just hope this was the right choice.

Your POV:
Harry dropped me and Liam off at his flat, then took off with the rest of the boys. As soon as I walked in, I felt weak again and Liam could tell I was drained. “You can sleep in my guest room k?” “Of course Li, that’s fine. Thank you again. I really appreciate it.” “Anytime love. You can stay as long as you want.” He walked me up to the guest room and showed me where everything was. He then brought all the boxes up to my room and left shortly after to give me time by myself. I showered and changed into night clothes and just sat on the bed. I was deciding on whether or not to go through the boxes. I know the boys took everything, meaning they took some of the things that really belonged to Niall. But decided i’d go through them in the morning because I was now getting another bad headache. Hopefully sleep would help me. The next morning I woke up to the smell of breakfast. It was actually refreshing to smell because I was always the one who had to get up and make breakfast for Niall before he left. Ugh, Niall. Already thinking of him. I put on my robe and walked downstairs. Liam was there in the kitchen cooking. When he saw me his face lit up. “Hey! Morning. I made you breakfast love.” I gave him a ginuine smile because I really did appreciate Liam. “Thank you, I can’t remember the last time someone made me breakfast. I always had to do it for……you know.” Liam put a plate in front of me and leaned on the counter to talk to me. “(Y/N), promise me something today. Try not to think about him. Don’t let everything you do go back to Niall. You can get through this, I know you can. Because you’re strong and I’ve seen you get through some of the worse stuff babe. Don’t think about him today ok? Just enjoy yourself here k?” My smile faltered, but I had to say what Liam wanted to hear. “Ok. Are you going to be here?” “No, I wish. But I have to go to work today, sadly. I’ll be home later tonight k? Make yourself at home and do anything you want. My car keys are right here and some money on the coffee table k?” “Ok thanks Liam.” “K, try and have a nice day love.” And with that he kissed my head and left. I sat there and finished the breakfast he made me then cleaned the dishes. I figured the least I could do for Liam was clean his house. So I started cleaning everything. As I was cleaning, I’d come across picture of Niall and the boys and my sadness would return. So I stopped cleaning and went up to my room. The boxes were still sitting there, so I decided now was a better time to do this. I opened the first box and realized it was just all my clothes and shoes. The next box was my jewelry. I knew some of the stuff in there Niall had given me, and I felt I should give them back. I pulled out the 1 year anniversary heart necklace he gave me. It was beautiful and had green diamonds, because that is my birthstone and he’s irish, so he loved it. The next was a ring he gave me. Out of the blue he came home one day and told me to close my eyes. When I did, I felt something being slipped onto my right ring finger. I opened my eyes and there was a mood ring. I remember laughing and asking why he had given me this. He said so he could know when I was happy and that I should be happy all the time when I’m with him. It was the cutest thing I had ever heard. Great, I was starting to cry. The next piece were a part of 24 carat gold earrings he gave me on our 2 year anniversary. At first I thought it was an engagement ring when I saw the box. And when I opened it to see earrings, I was kind of disappointed, but also loved them. He told me one day it would be me opening a box to find a ring, just not now. I kept his word on that, but looks like that wont be happening. I put it all into a envelope and sealed it. The last thing I knew I had to give back is his favorite shirt he let me have because I loved it so much. It was his Free Hugs shirt. I hugged it to me, inhaling his scent for the last time and then folded it and put it in a bag. Since Liam said they were going to be at the studio today, I figured now was the best time to take this over to Niall’s flat. I showered and changed and walked over there. I left the things on his porch and began walking back towards Liam’s.
When I got home, it was lonely. I thought coming to Liam’s would help me feel less lonely, but he wasn’t here so that didn’t help. I went back into my room and into the bathroom. I stared at myself and started crying. It hit me what I had just done. I officially gave everything that reminded me of Niall, back to him. I opened the cabinet to try and find some advil, but instead I saw a razor. I looked at for a minute before finally picking it up and closing the cabinet. My heart was racing. Was I really going to go back to this? All my mind was telling me was ‘remember last time it felt better, just do it’. That’s the thing, once you’ve cut once, anytime you saw a razor, thoughts and memories came back. I knew I needed help, but Niall was my help. and now he wasn’t here for me. He wasn’t here anymore. Niall…..I slid down to the floor and rolled up my sleeve. I  put the blade to my skin and breathed in and out. Did I really want to go through with this? I promised the boys. ‘Promises don’t mean anything anymore’ my mind said. So I took one huge breath, closed my eyes and sliced my skin in one quick motion. I opened my eyes and could see the blood started to come out from the cut. Seeing it made me feel a little better, plus the pain that came afterwards helped me keep my mind off of Niall. So I kept doing it, and doing it, and doing it. Until I started to see black spots in my vision. All I could think about what get Niall out of my mind…….When I could see, I couldn’t tell where my cuts where because the blood was covering it all. I finally put the blade down and rested my head against the wall. I closed my eyes to try and make my vision better, but all I remember was blacking out in the bathroom.

Liam’s POV:
Being at the studio today with Niall was awkward and no one was really talking to him. So I know he felt alone. I felt bad for my mate, but he did this to himself. I couldn’t wait for this day to end so I could go home and check on (Y/N). It was around 6 when we were finally able to leave. I rushed home and walked into the house. I yelled for (Y/N) but she didnt respond. The car was here so I know she didn’t leave. I called for her again, but again no answer. I ran upstairs into where she was staying and knocked on the door. She didn’t answer, so I started getting worried. I opened the door and didn’t see her anywhere. I saw the light on in the bathroom and walked into there. But what I saw froze me in my tracks, and my heart skipped a beat. There (Y/N) was, on the floor……….past out with blood all over her arm and a razor on the floor beside her. Oh my god. I quickly rushed over to her and tried shaking her to wake her up. No response. There was blood everywhere. I grabbed a towel and started to apply pressure, but when I whipped away the blood, I saw the cuts went all the way up to her elbow. There were too many for me to handle. I held her arm and pulled out my phone with my other hand, quickly dialing 911. “Yes, please, I need an ambulance on Miller Ave, flat 3. I have a girl past out from blood loss. Please hurry!” I hung up and craddled (Y/N) in my arms. I was crying. I kept saying her name over and over again trying to keep her alive. But she wouldn’t wake up. “Please (Y/N), please don’t die on me.”

His POV:

I watched as (Y/N) and Zayn walked out of the room. I stared at my cell phone in my hand. Stupid me, why did I have to leave my phone at home. I was going to tell (Y/N) when I got home. But I guess that thought is ruined. Sad thing is, I was torn. I love (Y/N), but on the other hand i’m falling in love with Tiffany. I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to start new with Tiffany, or continue my relationship with (Y/N). But if i fell in love with Tiffany, didn’t that mean I really didn’t love (Y/N)? I looked over to where Tiffany was sitting. She just smiled at me. I walked over to her and sat down next to her. She wrapped her arms around me and put her head on my shoulder. “It’s going to be ok Ni. You’ll see. We’re better together babe.” I just nodded my head. When she said it, it made everything seem ok. But deep down, I just knew it wasn’t going to be.

Your POV:

Zayn walked me back out to where the boys were. They were all sitting around talking, and looked up when we walked back in. They immediately got up and rushed over to me. They all started saying sorry and apologizing at the same time. It was overwhelming, and I was starting to get a headache. I held my hands up and they stopped talking. “(Y/N), do you want a ride home?” Harry asked. I started to say no, but remembered I had driven Niall’s car here. I figured I should leave him it since it was his. “Yeahh, please.” It turns out, all of them wanted to go too. But it didn’t bother me, having them there with me meant a lot to me. It was their friend who did this, but they were with me instead of Niall. We arrived at Niall’s flat and Harry turned off the car. I just sat there staring at the house, not wanting to do this. “(Y/N), do you want us to go and get your stuff?” Liam asked. I shook my head. “No, but can you guys come in with me?” They all said yes and walked me inside. As soon as it got inside, it hit me. I was packing my things because Niall wanted someone else. Tiffany. I fell down to the floor and just started crying. All the boys surrounded me and held me the best 4 guys could. It was Louis’ shoulder i was crying on when my vision finally cleared. I was sobbing so hard that my words came out in gasps. “How……..why…….would….he….do….this….to…me?” They all hugged me tighter until my sobbing calmed down a little. When I was finally taking slower breaths, they stood me up and walked me over to the couch. Zayn and Louis sat besides me while Harry and Liam sat on the floor in front me, each holding my hand. “Why” was all I could get out. They just looked at eachother to see who should answer. It was Liam who fianlly answered. “(Y/N), we don’t know why. When we found out, we all encouraged him to stop. It was wrong of him. All he had to say was he didn’t know what to do. We love you (Y/N) and wanted to tell you, but Niall kept saying he was going to tell you.” “How long has this been going on then?” “About 6 months.” I started shaking and crying again. 6 months. For the past 6 months everything Niall was saying had been a lie to me. The ‘i love yous’ and ‘we’ll always be together babe’ meant nothing now. He promised nothing would come between us. But aparently he forgot to mention this girl. My heart was shattered, broken, with all the pieces left at Niall’s feet in that room. Louis brought me back to reality when he said, “um, Niall told us about your past (Y/N). About the um, cutting.” I just looked at him. I didn’t think Niall told anyone about that. But apparently he told the boys. they were all looking at me concerned. I didn’t like that look. They all thought I was going to fall back into my old ways.

“You guys, i’m not going to do that…I’ll handle it some other way.” “(Y/N), please just promise us you wont do that.” Harry said. They were all waiting for an answer. I looked at them blankly and just said i promise. But I knew deep down I wasn’t going to be able to keep that promise. “Now please just help me pack ok?” I gave them a weak smile. they all just nodded and got up. I stayed on the couch while they went upstairs. I didn’t have any energy left in me to walk up those stairs. I know that if I did, I would break down again. I wouldn’t be able to pack my things, because Niall and I made this place our home. Everything here, we bought together, all the memories this house had broke me. I wouldn’t be able to feel that way again. Not ever. I guess he didn’t realize the damage he was doing when he starting seeing that girl. I felt beat down and really lonely, knowing I had nowhere to go. Liam walked down the stairs with a box in his arms. “Li, where am I gonna go?” My voice was barely a whisper, I had just got done crying again, so I’m surprised he heard me. He set the box down and walked over to me. He took my hands into his and rubbed them. “How about this, you’re going to stay with anyone of us you want, and we’ll take care of you ok? Because we owe you that much and we care about you. So please say you’ll stay ok?” I just nodded my head. Thankful I had these boys to lean on. I thought about what he was saying and decided I wanted to stay with Liam. Liam and I were close and I knew he’d watch over me. Because I knew I was going to need watching. “Can I stay with you Li?” A smile spread over his face and he said yes. The boys packed everything for me. I was thankful for them and when everything was done, they all piled the things in Harry’s car. They had all walked out. I was still standing in the living room, taking one last long look around the place. On the mantel, there was a picture of me and Niall. Our first picture together. I went over and picked it up, just staring at it. Crying again. I just let the frame slip out of my hands and it shattered on the floor. I walked over to the door, and left my key on the table beside the door. I hesitated closing the door, but I knew it was for the best.

(Your POV): Niall Horan. The boy who changed my view on love. He saved me 2 years ago when I was at my worse. He told me everything would be ok and that he loves me. It was that moment when something I didn’t believe in, I believed in because of Niall. And we’ve been together ever since. He’s my life and I’m his. He’s in the famous boy band One Direction, so that takes up a lot of his time, but he makes sure to always come back to me. And I couldn’t ask for anything more.

—Flashback—

He was holding me. Why was he doing this? I didn’t deserve anyone holding me. I had just got done slitting my wrists. And he walked in and found me crying. He held me till I was done crying. Repeatedly telling me I shouldn’t have done that. That was the first time Niall told me he loved me. And for once, I believed him.

“Nothing will ever come between us (Y/N). Nothing. I love you babe.”

That was the day I stopped cutting and let Niall guide me through love.

—Present—

“Babe i’m gonna go to rehearsals ok?” Rehearsals? On a Friday? He usually didn’t have them today. “Um, okay babe. Love you.” “Love you too. I’ll be home late k, don’t wait up.” And with that he left.

Not even 10 mins after he left, I heard his phone ding. It was a message. Oh shit, he left his phone. I went to go get it and it was still lit up with the message. I couldnt help but read it. It was from someone named Tiffany. and what she wrote caught me off guard. “Babe, hope you’re coming to the studio today! I’ll be here waiting for you xx.” I unlocked the phone and saw he had been texting her flirty messages for a while now. Why would he do that? Everything seemed fine between us. What was going on? I debated whether or not I should take Niall his phone. But I finally decided I should so I could see for myself who this Tiffany girl was.

I arrived at the studio and got out. I walked in and saw Zayn, Harry, Louis, and Liam all practicing their songs. Where was Niall? As I got closer, the boys finally realized me. They all got quiet and just looked at me nervously. “Um, hi guys. Where’s Niall? He left his phone at home..” They looked at eachother debating who should talk. It was Zayn who finally spoke. “(Y/N), I think it’s better if you just leave it with us.” Why would he say that? “Why? Why can’t I go see him?” Zayn pulled me aside and spoke lowly. “(Y/N), I think you should see something ok?” I just nodded my head and with that he walked through a corridor into another stage room. I froze as soon as I walked in. There was Niall sitting on a piano bench…….with a girl sitting on his lap. They were talking and laughing and hadn’t realized me and Zayn walking in. Zayn looked down with disappointment. “Zayn…….why are you showing me this?” I couldn’t tear my eyes away from them. “Because I felt you should see this for yourself. He didn’t want us to say anything, and I’ve been feeling horrible because he’s my mate (Y/N). But what he’s doing, isn’t right. And I understand if you hate us after this, but you should know.” I finally looked at him and he looked sick. “Zayn, I could never hate you guys. And well….at least you’re showing me now. Thank you Zayn.” “Do you want me to walk you out?” “No, I’m going to sit here and wait til he walks out so I can talk to him.” “Are you sure you wanna do that? Can I wait with you? Just to make sure nothing bad…or im sorry worse happens?” I smiled at his gesture. “I would appreciate that. Thank you Zayn.” We chose the last possible row in the stage room and just watched them. They continued laughing with each other and then even kissed a little. I was surprisingly not crying or even thinking about it. I guess I was just in too much shock from what I was seeing. Zayn kept looking at me to see if I was ok. I smiled at him to show him I was ok. But really, I wanted to hit something. But held my ground.

I had forgotten I had Niall’s phone when it went off again. It rang out loud through the theatre and Niall heard it. He looked up and searched the theatre, looking for where the sound came from. His eyes finally reached where me and Zayn were sitting. And he froze. At first it seemed like he thought he was seeing things, but I stood up and started walking towards him. Zayn followed with me. Niall finally had enough sense to push the girl off of him. She looked over to me and just stayed quiet, though she gave me dirty looks. I finally reached the stage, but Niall hadn’t made a move to get closer to me. I threw his phone at him. “You left this at home. I thought you should know Tiffany texted you.” Sarcasm laced my voice and I hoped he heard how unhappy I was. He looked at his phone, then at Tiffany, and finally Zayn. Zayn just shook his head and looked down. Niall looked at me once again. “(Y/N)….” he finally got down off stage and came to stand in front of me. “I…..I was going to tell you but…..” He never finished his sentence. “So what does this mean Niall?” He looked down at his hands and started moving back and forth. I knew what was coming. “I…think we should break up (Y/N).” he finally looked up to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, but she’s,” he looked at Tiffany, who smiled at him reassuringly, “she’s great and I didn’t want you to find out like this.” I couldnt say anything. What was I suppose to say to that?? Finally, the only thing I could do was look at Niall and say “I’ll pack my things.” Before I left, I gave my last look to Tiffany. I really looked her this time. She was pretty, blonde like him, and in perfect shape. I looked my body and shook my head. I looked at her again and just nodded my head. Then walked away from them.

#Imagine:

Sometimes there are moments when you just need to stare without actually realizing what you’re looking at. Sometimes your mind drifts away into some random dreamy fantasy that keeps you out of the real world for a while. Or you just stare at something very beautiful, from which you can’t simply look away. 

That’s exactly what shows up just now: a pair of deep blue eyes with soft twinkles has gotten your attention and just when you realize you have been staring, it is too late already.

“Why were you staring at me?” The voice that speaks definitely sounds as angelic as the blue eyes look. You blink, your sight stops being blurry and your eyes focus on the whole face of the person in front of you. The corners of your mouth curl up and a cute boyish chuckle sounds when you open your mouth and answer:

“Because I like the colour blue.” You giggle.

“Oh, do you?” The lad you have been staring at shows a wide smile, which reveals a row of perfect teeth, along with sparkling silver braces. “Then why did you look at my eyes when the walls of our living room are actually blue?” The twinkles in your boyfriend’s eyes become even stronger and you pinch his arm.

“Because that’s not the same, Niall!” You exclaim and Niall starts to laugh his adorable loud laugh at you. 

“Alright, enough”, he abruptly says and he stands up, grabbing your hand quickly. Without an explanation, he drags you through the living room, into the hallway, where he stops walking and lets you go.

“What kind of action were you even performing?” You ask with a scornful laugh.

“We’re leaving. Going outside”, Niall says without making direct eye contact, handing you your jacket. 

“Are you crazy? It’s freezing outside! And dark…” Although you still haven’t got an answer, you obediently put on your jacket over your sweater. You grab two scarves to ensure you’re not going to freeze to death outside, whatever Niall is planning. After putting on some gloves, Niall grabs your hand, still keeping silent, and opens the door. A strongly cold wind immediately surrounds you and you feel your lips trembling as you step outside on the gravel path. Niall starts to walk and you let go of his hand to stand still.

“Niall, what the hell are we going to do? Can you at least answer my question instead of walking along like you’ve just lost your tongue?” Niall turns around and steps towards you, a few blonde locks of hair show up from underneath his hood as he smiles at you, his blue eyes focused on you.

“Do you have a little bit of patience or not?” He asks and he tilts his head a little. How can you even resist such a cute, Irish boy? Niall questionable raises one eyebrow and you sigh deeply, which leaves a misty cloud in the air in front of you.

“Fine. But if we’re going to die caused by the cold, it is all your fault.”

“Why did I say yes to this again?” You almost stutter and shivers show up on your back because of the frigid wind that just finds its way through your clothes somehow.

“You practically didn’t.” Niall smirks and he teasingly pinches your hand through the glove.

Niall has leaded you to a piece of nature near his house, with a rocky subsoil and tall trees surrounding.

“It’ll be worth it, trust me”, Niall says when he cleverly avoids a sharp rock.

“I can’t feel my fingertips anymore”, you whine.

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there!” Niall says, ignoring your last sentence. You don’t understand how he can even act so happy and jumpy when it might be around -10 degrees Celsius outside. With a soft groan you realize it starts to snow now as well. And not just leisurely: thick, white and fluffy looking snowflakes fall down the sky and cover the ground with a little soft carpet in no-time. You put your scarves up a bit higher to cover your neck. Suddenly you notice Niall has stopped walking and he grabs your hands again, both now. His face is only a few centimetres away from you and you feel his cold breath tickling your face as he pulls you closer to him and you walk along with your arms resting onto each other’s back.

“Close your eyes, babe, and don’t be scared”, Niall whispers. Suddenly you totally forget it is so cold outside, just by hearing the tone in Niall’s intense voice. You slowly step forward and feel your feet destroying the fresh snow on the ground. You still walk with your eyes closed, feeling completely safe because Niall is holding you. Your feet suddenly hit something more flat. It sounds like you’re walking on a wooden ground now. You hear Niall stops walking, because his footsteps don’t sound any longer and he lets you go. That makes you quite scared and you want to open your eyes, but you still feel Niall standing beside you and messing with some things that sound like…keys?

“Keys?” You plump out. Niall’s laugh follows and by the way he sounds you can just tell he’s shaking his head. A door opens, but you don’t want to ruin the surprise and wait until Niall allows you to look again. He grabs your hand and you step forward. As a door behind you closes, a comfortable feeling immediately appears around you.

“Open your eyes, welcome to our paradise”, Niall whispers sensually and you dare to look.

You don’t do anything but gasp when you open your eyes and watch the area around you. 

Niall has brought you to a little house that looks like one you stay at when you’re on a skiing holiday: it’s completely built using a light kind of wood and a soft ancient light welcomes you. There’s actually a stove at the left of this room, with a crackling fire to keep you warm. An enormous brown couch with soft looking white pillows stands at the left and you discover a bearskin in front of the stove now. 

“Wow”, you just say and you look at Niall. It’s not the cold that gives you shivers now any longer.

Niall grabs your hands and removes your gloves, his cold fingers accidentally touch your face as he detaches the scarves and unzips your jacket. It’s really nice and warm in this little cottage and according to Niall, it’s completely yours.

You either haven’t noticed or Niall has magic powers, because he suddenly stands in front of you without his jacket and other winter stuff on.

“You have red cheeks from the cold”, Niall cutely says and he strokes your cheek. You grab his hand in a reflex.

“Your hands are cold!” You shout and you smile shyly. Niall looks at you, a soft shadow paired with lights from the fire lay around his face and he shows you a crooked smile.

“Sorry”, he says, probably even more shy than you’re feeling right now. “So…. Do you like it?” He gestures at the device of the cottage and awaits your reaction.

“I love it!” You say, still overwhelmed. “It’s so sweet, Niall, how did you-…” You don’t finish your sentence, because Niall interrupts you:

“Come on, you’re still cold, I have a soft plaid on the couch.” He carefully helps you through the room and you sit down on the couch, with your legs pulled up against your upper body, your arms lying around your knees. Your toes are still really cold, but that might be because you don’t really have shoes for the winter. Niall has grabbed a large green plaid and sits down next to you as he puts the blanket over you both. Under the blanket on the couch, he puts his arms around you and his cold lips leave a kiss on your cheek. You snuggle up next to him and bury your face in his warm sweater, onto his chest, with your hand lying over his body and his shoulder. You look up at Niall as your bodies slowly get warmer. Niall smiles at you. The mischievous twinkles in eyes have actually never left.

The orange fire and burning wood in the stove in front of you also leave a comfortable glow of warmth and Niall and you both stare into the flames, sitting there in silence with your arms around each other under a green plaid. Niall strokes a few almost melted snowflakes from your hair and you giggle softly, putting a kiss just under his jawline. You feel so safe with him. 

The sound of roaring burning branches sounds in the background, when Niall looks you in the eyes with a significant glance and doesn’t speak, but that’s not necessary: 

True love doesn’t need words.

Niall Horan

#Imagine:

"[Your Name]?" A soft voice sounds from near you, a little bit behind. You don't turn your head around when you hear your name, but just stare outside, in the distance. The rain's ticking against the moist windows and a shiver goes down your spine when you notice it's actually really cold in the room. You remain sitting and watch a raindrop gliding down the glass in front of you.

"Babe? I would-..." You hear again, but louder. 

"WHAT!" You scream, angrier than it is actually meant and you immediately turn around, to discover a dark shadow in the door opening. “Why don’t you just leave me a-…” You start angrily, but when you see the person’s face your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your voice breaks as you try to speak further, but a haze before your eyes makes you feel hopeless. Without a caution you burst out into tears and you almost don’t notice someone’s approaching from the door.

“Please, don’t cry anymore”, the soft voice is speaking to you and you feel a hand on your shoulder. You don’t even try to shake it off.

“Niall, I-… I am so sorry”, you say with a trembling voice, but Niall takes you in his arms so you keep your mouth shut. His strong arms fold around your back and you cry softly with your head resting on his chest. 

“It’s totally okay, I’m here now”, Niall whispers softly and he strokes your hair, kissing your forehead with his soft and warm lips. As Niall hugs you tightly and whispers nice words to you, you finally calm down, listening to the raindrops falling down on the roof above you. You feel Niall’s heartbeat through his sweater against your ear and you close your eyes.

“You will be alright, trust me. It’s alright”, Niall says and you look up, at his beautiful smile.

“Thank you, Nialler”, you stutter and you sit back up. Niall wipes some hair out of your face and dries your tears with the sleeve of his sweater. His blue eyes are focused on you and he takes your hands.

“Seeing you cry makes me feel so sad”, he says and one of his fingers holds still at your cheek. “But still…” His eyes twinkle and he chuckles softly. “You look beautiful.”

You don’t know how to reply so you just close your eyes and shake your head.

“I mean it”, Niall says and he keeps staring at you. Eventually, he moves closer and his lips meet yours. It’s like a butterfly sits down on your lips and flies away again, because that moment is over in only a few seconds.

“I love you, [Your Name]. Don’t you ever forget that”, says Niall and he puts his arms around you to keep you safe forever.

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#Imagine:

“Got to go! My plane is leaving in a few minutes!” You make a little kissing-sound to the phone and hang up. With a sigh you store your phone away in your bag and have a look at the immense bright and colourful airplane in front of you. It already feels like an adventure. This is the first time ever you’re going to travel by plane on your own. To Australia. On your own. You just spoke to your mum on the phone: she was overanxious again, as usual. Happens more often, actually. A bit plunged in thought you notice a black man, dressed up in a uniform.

“Young lady, the doors are closing in a few minutes”, you hear the man’s voice speaking to you. You friendly nod at him and walk over to the stairs of the airplane with your bag in your right hand and your jacket hanging over your left arm. A nervous feeling appears as you place your foot on the first step of the stairs. Secretly you’re quite scared to travel on your own. Your hands start to tremble but you move on and reach the top of the stairs. 

As large as the airplane may have seemed to look like from outside: at the inside it looks a bit crammed. The seats are really close to each other and the space, which is meant to be the aisle, is very narrow. Everyone’s already sitting, so you feel quite awkward while walking down the aisle to search for your seat. Row 21, row 22, row…23. It’s not pretty difficult to find yours, since there’s only one place left to sit down. You store your jacket in the area above you and have a look at your flying buddy for today. 

Suddenly your breathing fails and you freeze completely, staring at the person who’s currently sleeping in seat 23A, next to your seat, which is 23B. You check the numbers again and have a close look at the person, who is peacefully asleep.

With a squeak you accidentally drop your bag on the floor and you don’t even take the time to pick it up: that’s how overwhelmed you are at the moment.

Of course that noise woke up the person in seat 23A (and people around pulled annoyed faces at you). The boy in the seat stretches his body and two beautiful blue eyes are suddenly visible. At first they look a bit confused, but right now something changes and they watch you curiously. 

“Hello”, the boy says with a little, cute smile. 

Oh god. 

His Irish accent. 

His messy, blonde hair.

His sleepy, gorgeous face. 

His wonderful blue, sparkling eyes.

Your heart is beating so incredibly loud that you got the impression even Niall is able to hear it. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a second.

“H-hello”, you stutter shyly and you awkwardly sit down in the seat next to him. Niall arranges the cushions on the soft plane seat and entirely sits up. 

For a moment you both don’t know anything to say, when you glance at Niall you notice he was doing the same and red blotches appear on his cheeks as he blushes. Suddenly he realizes that was a bit impolite and he reaches out his hand.

“I’m Niall”, he says with a twitchy smile. 

“I know”, you mumble. You shake hands with an embarrassed feeling in your tummy. Hello brain? Why is my mouth wide open? A voice in your head speaks. You blink and close your mouth immediately.

“I’m [Your Name]”, you say and you try to smile. 

“Nice to meet you”, Niall says and a shiver goes over your back when your hands touch. You don’t want to let go of his hand.

“Nice to meet you too!” You manage to say, when Niall unfortunately lets you go and you stoop to grab your bag from the floor, secretly to occur another awkward silence.

“How have you been?” You ask Niall, not looking him in the eyes and playing it safe.

“Well”, Niall speaks insecurely and you get up again. His eyes widen as you pull out a packet of Oreos, which you just grabbed from your bag. You smile when you see the look on his face.

“Excuse me”, you say apologetically, “I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast and I’m starving!” 

“It’s okay”, Niall says and he grins, shaking his head and closing his eyes.

“Do you want some too?” You dare to ask.

“I thought you’d never ask! Of course!” Niall almost shouts and you begin to laugh as you hand him some Oreos. 

“Hey, don’t grab the whole pack, I said I was hungry!” You giggle when the Oreos almost fall on the ground.

“Sorry, that was rude”, Niall says with a cheeky smile. The pressure suddenly disappeared and you actually feel a click with Niall already. 

Well done, brain, well done. Really nice action, to pull out some food in front of mister gobble himself: Niall Horan.

“It’s okay”, you say with a smile and you put one Oreo in your mouth, quickly chewing because you don’t like the silence to come along again and speaking with a mouthful is not really feminine.

“What are you going to do in Australia?” You eventually say. In contrast to you, Niall does talk with his mouth filled with Oreos. But it looks really cute on him.

“Actually, I’ve been away for three days”, Niall manages to mumble in a way that it’s still understandable. He swallows and continues talking, a bit less loud than before. “I’ve suffered from a loss in our family and went back home.” 

“That’s horrible to hear, Niall, I feel really sorry for you. Stay strong.” You look at him compassionately, but Niall shakes his head and lifts his head and looks you in the eyes.

“That’s really sweet, thank you”, he says with a weak smile. “Anyway, knowing you knew me before…” You turn red and Niall continues with a grin. “The lads are still in Australia, so I’m just going back now. And-…” 

Right now the stewardess walks down the aisle to demonstrate the necessary safety things you need to know, so you both have to be quiet. 

“Have a nice flight”, the stewardess ends and you smile at Niall, as you buckle up.

Both of you know this should be more than just a nice, long flight.

“Maybe…we should hang out sometime? You know, to share our love for food and stuff”, Niall jokes and you both laugh as he watches you cutely, with twinkles in his eyes. 

“I think that’s a very good idea”, you whisper shyly and Niall smiles.

“Can I have your number, pretty?” Niall asks. With that expectantly look in his eyes he almost looks like a little kitten begging for food.

“Of course you can!” You both exchange numbers and on a whim Niall grabs your hand.

“Make sure you bring Oreos with you next time we meet?” He says and you burst out laughing.

“I’ll make sure I bring ten packages of Oreos with me, Niall”, you say and you shake your head. 

“That’s all right with me!” You both watch each other and it remains silent again, but not an awkward silence like earlier happened on the plane.

“So… I’ll talk to you later?” You almost whisper at him. Without a caution Niall comes closer and grabs your waist, as his soft lips meet yours and he kisses you sweetly. He lets go of you again and smiles shyly, his bright blue eyes full of happiness.

“See you later, [Your Name]”, Niall says and he turns around to walk away, with a big smile on his face, still watching you while walking along the hall, as he slowly disappears from sight.

That moment you realize Niall likes you even more than food.

Niall Horan ~ Part 2