Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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*****A/N super sorry for this long wait, things have come up and I haven't had time to write, and I didn't just want to give y'all a short, horribly written chapter. So here's this long, very important and spicy chapter. Enjoy. (; *****

HARRY'S POV

The pain was numbing, mind blowing even.

No, I'm not talking about the fucking bullet that had lodged through me a few hours before. I had been shot several times in my 26 years, and I have had several run-ins with death, and I wasn't scared to die anymore. And I don't think I believe that I was ever scared to die in the first place, because I fucking hated my life.

The thought of an innocent Tylie was the only reason I stayed on this Godforsaken place we call a planet. She had no idea what had went on behind closed doors in her own house for all those fucking years, and that's the way I kept it so she wouldn't think what I thought about her parents.

Tylie deserved a life, she deserved the chance I never fucking got.

Although this gunshot wound was way worse than any other one I've had, I wasn't talking about the bullet that had ripped through my body 12 hours prior,  no I was talking about watching the sickness that threaded through Tylie's family take over my little ball of light, consuming her in an unearthly darkness.

I couldn't move to grab and console her, so I just pathetically watched her clawing at the window with tears streaming down her pink face from the bed. "Please, Harry you can't leave me. You're my big brother and you have to fight off my monsters, remember? You can't leave me," she cried, making my heart miserably fumble in my chest.

"I'm right here," I spoke, but my tongue couldn't morph the words together, and instead it came out as a strangled whimper. Terror and numbness seized my body into a paralyzed state, and my eyes could only widen in complete agony. This was hell, my own personal hell. The devil had finally come to take my soul, and he was going to take me out in the most miserable way possible.

I watched as she sank to the floor and Niall, my best mate, hurried to try and reign her back to reality as she fought him off subconsciously. My legs drew into my stomach, causing a ripple of fire to sear through my abdomen but I was used to that feeling by now. A tear slipped from my eye, and trailed down into my mouth. It tasted like acid.

I should've been there to fight off Tylie's monsters like I always said I would instead of leaving her to battle them alone these past 8 years. It has obviously torn apart the beautiful, collected girl I knew who was so excited for the future. If she would have known that the future would bring this, I'm sure she would've had the same mindset that I do. But young, naive Tylie Brooke did not know that this was destined to happen, or she didn't have a hand in this.

I did.

I'm not the person she remembers, and I never was that person in the first place.

The faint sound of my door clicking open made me tense in my spot, as if I was caught doing something I wasn't supposed to do. My mind and movements were sluggish from all of the drugs running rampant in my veins, but I knew they'd wear off soon. Then the dull throbbing pain would stay in my abdomen for a few days while my muscles heal, then I would be back to my old self for the most part.