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Stupid With Love

Things Always Come To An End

Harry P.O.V

I walked through the lobby of the hotel, past staring faces that think they know me better than I know myself. Maybe they do. I paid them no mind, focused fully on getting back to Niall. I was stressed, worrying that I had left him alone for too long. I picked up my pace, weaving through the bodies that filled the large space. The elevator dinged, signalling that I was now on my floor. The doors slid slowly open, and I was met with a dark corridor. That was strange, it’s only 4pm, and the sun is still up. I turned my head, seeing no light filtering through the windows, the sky outside black. The air in the corridor hung thick around me, as I stood glued to the spot just outside the elevator. I started shuffling my feet in the direction of my hotel room, reaching into my jeans pocket for the key, my fingers come up empty. I reached for the door handle; it turned, showing me that Niall had not locked it after I left. I stepped over the threshold, closing the door firmly shut behind me. The air felt different in here, and there was a smell, a metallic smell, like rust.

“Niall?” I called out into the emptiness. I received no response.

Where was he?

I walked towards the bedroom, thinking maybe he had gone back to sleep. I checked the bed, the bathroom, the lounge room, but found nothing. I made my way slowly to the only room I had left to check, the kitchen. I heard a faint noise and followed it; I rounded the corner to the kitchen, my shopping bags dropped out of my hands and crashed to the floor. I saw blood, blood everywhere. On the bench, on a knife that had been dropped on the floor. On the floor itself. I was sure Niall had been murdered, until my eyes focused on something lying in the middle of this chaos.

“Niall!”I screamed, falling to my knees beside him. Grabbing his shoulders I hauled him into my lap. I looked down at his wrists, seeing that Niall is the victim and the supposed murderer.

“Niall, wake up!” I screamed, right in his face. But he made no movement to show that he had heard me. I didn’t know what to do. What do I do? I looked around the kitchen urgently, wishing that someone would just show up and help me. My eyes landed on an empty container lying on its side, not far from Niall. I reached over and picked it up, reading the label. It was his sleeping pills.

“Niall you idiot. Just wake up. Fucking wake up!” I yelled. Suddenly I got to my feet and lifted him bridal style. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I knew that I needed help. I ran with him, opening the door, sending it slamming against the wall. I ran with Niall in my arms down all the stairs and into the lobby. Tears streamed down my face, obscuring my vision. I don’t know how I managed to get him all the way to the lobby, but at least I got him there.

“Help! Somebody help us! Please. Help me!” I screamed, falling to my knees under the weight of the body I was carrying.

People were screaming, running around me. Someone must have called ‘000’ because I heard sirens getting closer. I felt hands under my arms pulling me to my feet. I looked down at my hands through blurry eyes, and saw blood. So much blood. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was already dead. No one can lose that much blood and survive. Men in uniforms raced through the front doors of the lobby towards us.

“He cut his wrists,” I shouted at them. “he cut his wrists.”

“It’s okay, boy. We’ve got it from here,” one of them said, pushing me to the side.

“He took a bunch of sleeping pills,” was all I said in reply. The officer looked at me.

“What’s his name, boy?” he asked/

“Niall. His name is Niall Horan,” I replied.

“Okay me. We’re looking at cut wrists and a possible overdose, treat quickly and accordingly, there’s not much time,” he said, turning towards the other officers.

The rest passed in a blur. I was in an ambulance, then a waiting room. I didn’t get to see Niall again once we got to the hospital. Not until I saw a doctor coming towards me.

I jumped up. “How is he doc, is he okay?” I asked her, pleading.

“My Styles,” I could see it in her eyes, see the pity there. “I’m so sorry, but he didn’t make it,” she finished.

Fresh tears fell down my cheeks as I backed away from her. “No. No, he’s fine.”

“Niall Horan is dead. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

I awoke to a pitch black room, screaming at the top of my lungs. I could feel someone holding me, trying to get me to lie still. But I continued to thrash around, my nightmare still vivid.

“Harry! Harry, calm down,” I heard someone saying to me. They got hold of both my arms, pinning them too my sides. “Harry you need to calm down now.”

I felt myself running out of breath as my screams subsided, filling the room with only emptiness. A hand rubbed slow circles on my back, as I got my breathing back to normal; I turned my head towards them. Slowly my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was able to make out facial features. Niall stared into my eyes, concern written all over his face.

“Did you have the dream again?” he asked. “The one where I died?”

I could only nod. It had been three days since Niall came home from the hospital, and every time I close my eyes I see him dying.


Niall P.O.V

I awoke to the sound of screams piercing my ears. My body jolted up in bed, but I knew they were coming from Harry. I placed my hands on him, telling him to calm down. It’s only a dream, I’m right here. I didn’t die. I may wish I did, but I didn’t. After a while he stopped and looked over to me, I stared into his eyes, willing everything to be okay.

“Did you have the dream again, the one where I died?” I asked him, already knowing the answer. Nothing else makes Harry wake up screaming like that.

He only nodded.

“Harry we need to talk,” seeing the alarm in his eyes, I rephrased. “I mean, we all need to talk.”

“About what, Niall?” he asked, sceptically.

“About our future, the future of the band. I have some things that I want to saw and I’m not sure if any of you will be happy to hear them,” I replied. “It will be okay. I promise it will be okay.”

“I trust you, Niall,” he replied, sleepily. He was starting to fall back to sleep. Laying his head back onto the pillow. I knew it was only a matter of time before he woke up screaming again.

“You might trust me, but you shouldn’t. I’m about to ruin everything again,” he made no action to show that he heard me.


The next morning I called all the guys, with the exception of Liam, and told them to come around to mine and Harry’s room. They were worried, everyone was so cautious around me. But they said they would be over soon.

The four of us sat around the small kitchen table. Louis and Zayn had already been all up in my face about how I was, and if I was feeling better. I just shrugged.What could I say to them?

“So where’s Liam?” Zayn asked, after a while, to no one in particular.

I gave him a hard stare, causing him to shrink back.

“What is wrong with you?” Harry said, looking at Zayn like he had just done the worse possible thing.

“Oh, right,” he said.

“I thought that what I’m about to tell you, you guys could just tell him later,” I replied.

“So what is it you wanted t talk to us about, Niall?” Louis piped up, curiosity clear on his face.

“Well everyone is aware of what happened a week ago,” everyone nodded, still a sticky subject, “I’ve already talked to Simon about this, and through he doesn’t agree with me, he supports it.” I took a deep breath. “I’ve decided to leave the band.”

They all jumped up from their seats, questions were yelled at me from all directions.

“Guys, calm down. It’s only temporary,” I turned my head away. “At least I hope it is.”

“Niall, you can’t do this, what about the rest of us?” Louis said, slightly angry.

“Louis, I can’t be in this band. I can’t see Liam. It’s all too much pressure right now. Too much stress. I tried to kill myself and all you can think of is this fucking band. Think of someone other than yourself for once, Louis. I said I was leaving the band, I didn’t say that I wouldn’t come back. I just need some space, okay?” I yelled.

That shut them all up. I felt horrible for bringing the incident up, I knew it made Louis and Zayn feel horrible but I didn’t care.

“I just think we all need space,” I said.

“I agree. This band has done so much in such a short time. I think we all need a break; we need to remember why we do this. Get our priorities straight before we move any further,” Harry said, reaching for my hand and squeezing it. I smiled at him.

“Okay, well if that’s what you really want, I suppose we should all go back to our rooms and start making arrangements to go back home,” Zayn said.

“Let us know when you’re leaving,” I said. Zayn and Louis walked out of the room, leaving me and Harry sitting at the table.

“I’m gonna go have a shower,” Harry, said quietly.

I nodded and watched him leave.

Awhile later there was a banging at the door. I got up from the table to investigate the noise. I stood on my tip toes to look through the peephole. Liam stood on the other side of the door, waiting expectantly.

I opened the door up fully and looked at him.

“What do you want?” I asked, harshly.

“I came to ask why I wasn’t invited too the little gathering you all had earlier,” he replied.

“They haven’t told you?”

“Told me what?” he looked confused.

“I’m leaving the band Liam. I need some space. So I’m going back to England,” I said.

He just stood there eyes wide, as I stepped back and shut the door in his face.


Enjoy (:


Both narry and niam, I tend to lean a bit more towards narry though.

Jayy Jayy

I did <3 Your story is amazing so you are a Niam Horayne shipper,right?

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If you read the sequel 'loved you first' there may be a happy ending. But no promises. I hope you enjoyed the story anyway.

Jayy Jayy

No!!!This can't end like this!!! :'( It's a Niam Horayne Fanfic were is the happy ever after? :'( :'( :'(

Liam_is_HOT Liam_is_HOT


FREAKING AWESOME when your done with it let me know so i can read it ;)