Chapter 16: What about us?

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WARNING: This chapter contains bad language and bullshit (lol you’ll get ithe bullshit part later).

HARRY'S POV

What? I just read the last word of Niall's letter. It's the only word I can find to describe what I'm thinking. What.

At first, I don't want to believe it. So I read the whole letter an again.

 

Hi boys. It's Niall. 

 

I thought it was about time to tell you what the actual situation is.

 

I'm not missing. I haven't been kidnapped, tortured, beaten up or killed. I'm still alive. Somewhere.

 

You must wonder why I'm gone. Well, the time has come, I guess.

 

Actually, I hate you all. I never liked you guys. 

 

When Simon put us together back in 2010, I didn't see it as an opportunity but as a punishment.

 

As soon as I saw you four, I hated you. And getting to know you was THE real torture. You're all detestable. Complete jerks. I had to play it on, only to get paid. I guess it worked.

 

I couldn't handle being famous either. All those bitches screaming in my ears all the time is over my limits.

 

I was just tired.

 

So I ran away. I won't tell you where I am and don't even try to find me. I don't ever want to see you again.

 

I wrote this letter just so you could stop breaking your brains about me and be the actual crap singers that you are. Yes, because I think you all are.

Whatever. I'm better off now.

Everything around me crashes down. I become blind. And deaf. My ears are buzzing and all I can hear is my heart shatters in million pieces. It's like I'm drowning in the deepest ocean.

"Niall didn't really write that..." Liam slowly says.

I can tell that he's holding back his tears. I'm still blind. Unable to say anything, I hear the boys speak like I was underwater.

"I'm afraid he did." Marco replies. "It was in my mailbox this morning. It even has his signature in pen at the bottom."

I can feel Liam starting to sob.

"Fuck everything." 

It's Zayn's voice. I can hear him wail and then I hear his loud and hurried footsteps going away. The door then slams violently.

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