My fault - His fault

Beginning

Two Years Earlier...

I can't believe it! I can't believe what I've done. Why was I so stupid?

I hate this orange jumpsuit. Another reminder of where I am. Another reminder of what I've done.

In interviews, it was always voted that Harry or Louis would end up here. Not me. We always thought they would end up in this mess.

"Hello Niall, I'm James Sanders. They assigned me to be your attorney."

James sat his briefcase on the table as he sat in the chair across from Niall. He opened his case and began to take out papers.

"I'm going to need you to give me a detailed description of everything that happened prior your arrest. Starting from a week before."

Niall stayed silent, his eyes trained on the desk. It was like he was in a completely different world.

"Niall! Niall Horan!" His rose up slowly until he was looking at James "If you want me to help you," James continued "Then tell me what happened"

Niall nodded slowly, "Right, um, can I think for a second?"

"Take your time"

After a couple more silent seconds Niall spoke, "We had just got back from tour, we decided to go sightseeing cause it had been so long since we'd been in England. Paul arranged us a car to drive around. We went out until six that evening..."

"Let's go shopping, I'm dead out of hair products" Zayn said

"Good idea besides I wanted to get Eleanor a necklace" Louis replied with a big goofy smile that he gets whenever he thinks about Eleanor.

Harry rolled his eyes "You guys are kidding right? You can always do that tomorrow"

"What about you Niall?" Liam asked "What do you want to do?"

"As long as there's food I don't care"

"Are you serious?" Harry said "It's our first night back, let's have fun. What about I go out and you guys can go to the mall. I can pick you up by nine."

"That might actually work" Liam said "but don't crash the car"

Niall stopped

"Keep going" James encouraged him

"We got to the mall and Zayn, Louis and Liam got out. Harry didn't want to be by himself so I went with him. For the first few hours we drove around doing nothing. Then Harry saw this girl he liked and started to flirt with her. I was sitting in the car doing nothing when Louis called and said that he was with some other guys who were throwing a small party at their flat and he invited us to come. I didn't want to go but Harry was busy and we needed to pick Louis up, since he was already there so I had to go anyway."

"How many people were there?" James asked

"Around 25 - 30. On the drive there Harry wasn't with me, so I went in to get Lou."

"Come on Ni, it's just one drink" Ed said while I was looking for Lou.

"No"

"Why not?"

"Because, since Lou is drunk. I have to pick up Zayn and Liam"

"What about Harry?"

"I have to pick he up too,"

"Fine, fine, fine. Be a loser but when you ready to be fun, the drinks are over there." Ed said pointing to the coolers packed with beer.

"I continued to look for Lou and it was about 30 minutes later when I gave in and took a drink"

"Why did you give in"

Niall laughed "I love drinking and when you are in a room that smells like beer, it's extremely hard to say no. Besides I knew everyone in the room and no-one would talk to me because I wasn't drunk too. So I gave in. I only had two. By the time I found Louis it was 8-45. Louis was way more drunk then I was. I kept the keys and we went to pick Harry up"

"Guess who scored himself a date?" Harry asked as soon as he got in the car.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and say, you" Niall replies with a slight rolling of the eyes

"Ye got that correct" Harry laughed "oh, Liam called. He said Zayn and him were going to have their girlfriends pick them up"

"Oh"

They had just driven off when Harry began to smell the alcohol "Is that beer... I smell?"

Louis, who had been silent until then spoke up "No! Why would you think that"

Louis hasty reply had Harry worried. After all Liam had strictly said no drinking "Niall?" He asked as he turned to look at him "have you two been drinking?"

"Uhh... No, No we uh haven't be-"

"Niall" Harry cut him off "We've been touring for the past year, I know when your lying. You've never been able to lie well. I can smell the beer on you and Louis after Liam specifically said not to!"

"Fine, we were drinking but I only had a few"

"Fuck Niall! Why'd you blab?" Louis yelled angrily

"I'm not riding with a drunk driver. I'm not that stupid" Harry yelled "Pull over now!"

"No, I'm fine, I swear!"

"Pull over!"

"I'm not pulling over, Harry, shut up!"

"I won't be quiet until you pull over!"

"I'm not pulling over!"

"I mean it, Please-"

"And that's when I swerved." Niall continued as he stared past James, at the wall. "I've never been much good when I'm pressured that plus, the two beers I'd already had... I couldn't concentrate. I swerved and the truck that was coming our way, couldn't stop. He hit the passenger side. When the ambulance got there, they took us to hospital. The guy in the truck was fine. I had a few scratches and bruises." Niall's voice faltered as the tears ran down his cheeks.

"Continue, please"

"All because of my stupidity, Louis is still in a coma and... and Harry is... he's dead. I killed him. I destroyed One direction."