"Your POV"
Your heart drops. You start to panic. You start praying that it wasn't the same Plane Niall was on. You run over to the TV and sit right in front of it, staring at the wreckage. No, it couldn't be. Or could it? You break down crying and lay in a ball on the floor. You were still wearing Nialls shirt and it smelled sooooo good. Would this be the last time you smelled him? No. Niall was alive and he would be back soon. He had to be. He couldn't be dead. You wouldn't let yourself believe for a second that that was the same plane Niall was on.
You lay on the couch and shut your eyes. You go over the previous night in your head and you gently drift off.
