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Chapter 18- Cuddles.

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Fuck. She was drunk.
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Niall's POV.

"She's no more, sir. We're sorry, Mr. Horan. We tried our best." The doctor shook his head and gave me a sympathic & apologetic look.

"She left this for you." The nurse handed me a scraped envelope.

Falling down to my knees, I opened it.

"Dear Niall,
I know you'll get this after I'm gone, I'm sorry. For everything. You needed to know why I ended things between us, right? Well, here you go.
I still remeber that night when you came home and suprised me with all those gifts. And, I broke up with you. I didn't tell you why I did that. But I guess I can, today. Or whenever you're reading this. I didn't say anything or give a solid reason because that was the day when I found out about my leukemia. I knew I meant everything to you, and please remember this Niall, you did mean so much to me, too. My whole fucking world. I knew if I ended things with you, and didn't tell you, not at that time; atleast, You would be fine. But you weren't, I know. I could litreally feel it in my own heart.
Ni, you meant everything to me. You were the best thing that happened to me; ever. You were my knight in the shining armour. You helped me get over my dark past. Over the alcohol. Over the drugs. And you don't know how thankful I am for that.
I know you said that you wouldn't fall in love ever again when I asked you because you said that you already have your princess. Knowing you, I can absolutely bet that you'd be too stubborn to let anyone in again.
But, love, I want you to fall in love again. With someone so much better than me. Please.
I love you. Forever & Always.
Yours,
Eva. xx"

I shot up in bed, gasping. Finding it way too hard to breathe. Tears falling down freely from my cheeks.

That day, night, every second so fresh in my mind.

I was still choking on air. Gasping. Breathing heavily.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

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(A/N- This is like, about 15 mins before Niall's nightmare.)

Charlotte's POV.

I stirred in my sleep, turning to my right side.

Getting up, and letting the covers fall to from my arms to my waist, I looked about the room. Okay, this was definitely not my apartment.

Fuck, I don't remember anything after- Oh my god! Me & Harry kissed. More like, I kissed him. Gosh, I don't even remember what all I did. But the biggest question of all was, where am I?

Just then, I heard a voice. Yelling, gasping almost making it sound for that person finding hard to breathe.

Standing to my feet, I looked down at my outfit. It was a Lakers jersey with a strong musky colonge which was absolutely mouth-watering and some black boxers.

Still confused, I walked out of the room and heard the noise again from the end of the hall.

Nearing the sounds, I heard them from a particular door.

Opening the door to the room, I saw Niall.

Oh, fuck.

He was shouting, gasping for air, choking on his own breath and definitely crying.

I walked over to his bed and shook him.

"Niall. Wake up. NIALL!" He stirred a bit and opened his eyes.