Everything About You; [Larry Stylinson boyxboy fan-fiction 1D]

Epilogue; ~*Had I known how to save a life...*~

~*Niall's P.O.V.*~

I waited, and waited, and waited to see my four best lads walking in my lonely apartment that day. But all I got was nothing. My emotions were all over the place. 

Did they ditch me? Did they runaway and forget about me? Negative thoughts passed through my brain as I paced back and forth on the tiny piece of marble tile that tiled against the little kitchen I was in. I decided I would just fall asleep, take a nap, maybe they'll show. 

So that's what I did; I took a nap after praying to god that everything was okay. My four emotions of Betrayal, anger, sadness and pain went away with one emotion. Guilt. I drifted asleep to my tears hoping they would be okay.

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My unpleasant dream was ended when I heard my phone ring. I quickly got it hoping it would be one of the boys but it was a block number. I decided not to answer it but it kept calling and calling, must be important yeah?

I picked up the phone listening to all the voices in the background, I heard screams and ambulance sirens. I was confused, utterly confused.

"H-Hello?" I stuttered out, muting the television that was making background noise behind me.

"Yes, Niall? Niall Horan?" The voice said. Ugh, how'd the fans get my number again? I thought in my head as I answered the voice a bit irritated.

"Yes? This is him.."

"Hi, um we have some bad news.. I am a doctor in South Wales. A terrible accident has occurred today. A jet that was flying from LA to London as crashed here in Wales. Do you know anything about that?" He told me, my mouth was where my gut is. I couldn't say anything. Could it be them?

"Y-Yes.." I finally spat out, my tears frightening to slip past my enlarged eyes from deprive sleep.

"Four young boys have been.. retrieved from the horrible accident, three of them dead.. and one in critical condition." He statistically told me, I chewed my cheeks begging for it not to be Harry, Louis, Liam and Zayn.

"Who's dead and who's alive??" I desperately asked in the phone, not knowing whether or not if I wanted to know the answer or not.

"Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and Z-Ziayn? Zayn..? Zayn Malik, have been the ones who were dead on arrival. Harry Styles is in critical condition, he will have a slight chance of living." The doctor said, I tried not to laugh at his terrible attempts to pronounce Zayn's name. I didn't deserve to be happy right now. I hung up the phone quickly and broke into tears. Not coming out from my house for what feels like months, maybe years.

~*Flashback*~

"Is he okay doctor?" I asked.

"He has amnesia, and a little bit of whiplash. The surgery is done. He'll just have to recover." Doctor Smith said.

"Louis? Louis?" I shouted wanting to get his attention.

"Who's Louis? And who are you. And where am I?" He struggled to say. He sounded so confused, 

"You're Louis, your apart of a group. A famous group. You sing? You love carrots, your very immature for you age! You 20 and like giving love-bites.." I started, "Does it ring a bell eh?"

"Well, I guess I am. And may I ask. Who are you?" He questioned. 

"I'm Niall. Niall Horan. I'm in your group One Direction.There's a coupe more people in it, but their getting treated for their injuries." I said, smiling at him. I knew if he could remember things our relationship would be stronger than ever.