To hold on, or let go? (A Niall Horan Fanfiction) *FINISHED*

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Nialls p.o.v

"That's a wrap, boys."

We finally finished recording our new single for our new album. It's freaking hard to record when your in a damned wheelchair.

I took out my phone to see a text from Amelie.

"The hospital is wondering where you are. I told them your recording. They say only once a week until you can walk. Hopefully Simon won't mind. Xx-AmeliexX"

I took a deep breath. Hopefully Simon won't go crazy and yell and crap.

Hopefully.

I dialed Simons number.

"Simon Cowell."

"Hey Simon, it's Niall."

"What do you need, Niall?"

"Hospital says I can only record once a week until I can walk."

"Really? Shit!"

"Simon, it's only for like, 3 weeks. It'll be fine."

"As long as you made good progress today."

"We finished the single."

"Brilliant. I've got to go. Bye Niall."

He hung up.

Man, I swear that man is bipolar. Screaming mad to happy like that.

He's crazy.

"Niall? Ready to go to that jail called the Hospital?"

"Yeah, Lou."

Louis took my wheelchair and rolled it to his car.

"Eleanor talked to me about you and Amelie."

"Yeah, I know. Why'd you tell her that?"

Louis sighed. "Because she doesn't want to be the one to be married first."

"Why would that matter?"

"I'm planning to propose to her."

"That's adorable. Congratulations."

I got into the car. Louis packed up my wheelchair and put it in the back of his tiny van.

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Amelie's p.o.v

Eleanor was talking, but I'm not listening.

I'm busy.

Thinking.

It's just hard to believe. I'm dating- maybe marrying- a member of the biggest boyband in the world.

Then it hit me.

I was a suicidal cutter, saved by him. He led me out of my ways of hating myself and blaming myself for my mothers death.

I'm not ugly, or fat, or worthless....

I'm.... Me.

I haven't visited Wonderland in a long time.

Niall gave me one of his kidneys, to save me.

I'm beautiful. He says so. The scars I bear, are now there to show I won the battle with myself. Everything I ever did to myself I shouldn't have done.

Niall Horan.

My savior.

He saved me from myself.

I'm alive, and well.

Almost.

I could have let go.

But I held on.

And Niall Horan was the one who gave me their hand for me to grasp, and he pulled me out of the pit of darkness I was in.

I could have let go.

But I didn't.

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hey guys. Sorry it's short!

THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. I'm sorry.

There is a epilogue coming!!!!! It will be kinda long.

I had a great time writing this.

It was a story of redemption.

Niall helped her hold on.

OMG IM SORRY IM CRYING OK THERE ARE TOO MUCH EMOTIONS OMG.

Sorry.

But yeah, epilogue coming.

Thanks for reading.

-Hope