Innocence

Chapter #7

“God, please help me find him.” Niall whispered lightly to himself, the oxygen in his lungs misting around his chillingly cold face.

His frozen soft cheeks were dark pink, almost red.

His fading blonde hair was losing it’s pigmented color, and only a little bit of blonde remained just at the very tips of his hair, which was desperately in a need for a deep washing.

Blue eyes turned dull, appearing nearly light gray, like the color of the coat of a night wolf that came out from time to time, howling away, keeping Niall up at night.

Niall didn’t mind all the noises nearby, though, because it gave him even more time about Harry.

Speaking of Harry, Niall began to think about the forest situation from a couple weeks ago.

His deep raspy voice, Niall recognized that Cheshire accent within a nanosecond.

The way that person was so light on their feet, even through the mile-high snow.

Niall knew for a fact how much taller Harry was than himself, making it so much easier to run through the snow.

While the pale white snow reached up to Niall’s knees, he calculated that with Harry’s height, it reached only mid-shin.

Niall had such a strange sensation in his soul that Harry was nearby that day, and he had to be right.

He fucking saw it coming, and even though he knew it was Harry and would do absolutely anything to get to him, he didn’t.

Niall let Harry slip right in between his slim fingertips, yet didn’t notice it at the time when he should’ve.

Now all Niall could do was pray so hard that his hands nearly froze together once because of how long his hands were clasped against one another.

That seriously happened.

One of the more low moments of the oh-so-splendid Niall Horan, not that he had so little.

His life was a god damn low moment all in itself.

“I really just want to find him, send me a sign, please. All I’ve ever asked for was something to protect, to adore with all my heart, to love. C’mon, I’ve never been in so much emotion all at once, and I can’t even tell one sensation from the other anymore. That’s so pathetic.” Niall mumbled to himself, and he knew it all was true.

All he ever wanted was love, yet the emotion was so foreign to him.

He felt so. . . abnormal.

As if he wasn’t necessary in the human race.

By that logic, Harry shouldn’t be either.

Niall certainly didn’t want that.

He looked across the empty street, and his blue eyes widened every second he stared at the house.

A house.

Niall hadn’t seen one of those in just about a year.

Especially his very own.

The whole idea of society seemed quite oblivious to him.

As if the entire human race seized to exist anymore.

Or maybe everyone wanted to steer clear of Niall’s way.

After all, Niall was a freak, and no one loves him.

Everyone but Harry.

Niall could live on knowing that Harry used to love him, or maybe even still does.