hello

finally

I dial Harry's number. I have to try one more time before I do it. Before I end my life. Before I'm gone forever. Maybe something is going to happen. I still have hope.

Shaking I click 'call' and press the phone against my ear.

I wait.

Three peeps and just when I think that the mailbox comes up I hear that the other line opens.

My heart starts beating faster than ever,"Harry?" I ask with a shaky voice.

Nothing is heard until.

"Niall?"

Finally. Finally someone answer.

The voice is familiar.

A voice I haven't heard for such a long time.

I start crying out of happiness.

But.

It's not the voice I was hoping for.

"Niall," the person on the other line asks again.

"Yes Anne. It's me, Niall."

She let's out a relieved breath,"Thank god. But have you been leaving harry voicemails for the last few months?"

"Yes,"I'm biting my nail nervously, not being able to wait any longer.

I just want to talk to harry already.

"Why? You know that he can't pick up."

I'm confused,"What do you mean he can't pick."

"Didn't you hear?" She asks. Her voice shaky as if she was about to cry.

After she says that I immediately start thinking the worst and with her next sentence all of my nightmares become real.

"H-he. Niall harry he. Harry killed himself. Niall he's dead."

I hang up and fall to the floor.

Harry is dead.

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I hate myself.