One Direction One Shots

Niall Was the One

"Welcome to the forty-fifth annual Brit Awards!"

Harry wasn't even listening. Harry was dying inside. In fact... he was already dead. He died at that crime scene. He died when- when it was confirmed.

"I'm sorry sir. I'm afraid the body is the one of Niall Horan."

Those were the words that killed Harry. Those were the words.

Niall was the one who had been shot in the chest.

Niall was the one whose leg had been broken in two places from being hit repeatedly with a bat.

Niall was the one whose face had been mangled to the point where they had to check dental records to find out just who it was.

Niall was the one who had died because Harry... oh, Harry had been stupid enough to leave the door unlocked when he left to go out with friends.

Niall was the one.

The night was a blur. The only thing he could remember up until this point was being pulled out of his chair and led up some steps. There was cheering, at least he thought so.

He could hear the host saying, "And to wrap up this wonderful night we have a slideshow in memory of someone we miss dearly. Niall Horan."

"No." Harry growled, angrily and hit his table with a bawled up fist. Louis grabbed his hand and pulled it into his hands, rubbing Harry's fingers softly.

"Niall was a great man. Achieved many things. He will always be in our hearts." The host stood away from the mic as the slideshow started. It was like some sick joke when Goodbye My Lover started playing. He felt his heart wrench as the tears started building. He felt like he was going to be sick. Niall was the love of his life and as the pictures flashed on the screen, he felt every last shred of hope in him disintegrate like the rest of his dead body.

"Goodbye my lover." He started to softly sing along. He felt Louis' hands tighten around his. "Goodbye my friend." He brought his other hand up to wipe his face, "You have been the one." He looked back up to the screen. "You have been the one for me." His voice cracked on the last word and Louis gently pulled him into his chest. Liam on the other side of him started rubbing his shoulder softly.

Harry looked up to the screen just as the picture of him and Niall kissing after Niall had proposed. The happiest day of his life. He pushed Louis away and stood up roughly, then running in god knows what direction. He could see all these familiar faces looking at him in worry. He could hear Louis calling out to him. Liam too. He just kept running until he found the exit. Once outside he stopped breathing in the cool air. It brought him little relief.

The doors slammed open and his three band mates stepped out. Louis instantly wrapped his arms around Harry, holding tightly. "Harry, it gets better. It really does. You will heal from this. Sure he will always be in your head, and heart, but you will be able to get on with your life. You just have to live through the painful part first.

Zayn nodded in agreement, "We'll help you through this buddy."

Harry shook his head softly as his body trembled. "W-what if I don't want to be helped?" His voice shook.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean there mate." Liam said, hesitantly.

"I love you guys." Harry turned around and walked straight onto the road in front of a semi-trailer.

That truck was the truck that finished Harry.

It was the truck that crushed Harry's bones.

It was the truck that wiped out the remains of that shell of a man Harry was.

It was the truck that finally freed Harry from his misery and brought him to Niall.

Niall was the one.