My fault - His fault

Tired

Louis hurried back to Harrys room. The minute he got there he let go of the tears he had been holding in. He sunk down to the floor with his back against the door. He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head in his hands. He was crying so hard that he was almost hyperventilating. He wasn't sure what he was crying for. Was it Zayn and Liam? Or Niall and Harry? Was it because he was so tired all the time? Or was it all of the above? He felt so overwhelmed. His whole life had changed over a small moment in time. A moment he couldn't remember.

He continued to cry for hours. He didn't even realise he had moved from the floor to his bed. He feel asleep as he cuddled Harry's pillow and Niall's jersey, tears still leaking from his eyes.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Six months? Really?"

"That's what he said!"

"That's crazy, kid!" Dylan and Niall were lying in their beds talking. It was around eight fifty-five. Almost time for lights out.

"... I know, I don't deserve it,"

"Come on. Don't start talking like that. Everyone deserves a second chance... Okay, maybe not the guys in cell blocks two and seven... But everyone else."

Niall laughed... It was a forced laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.

"You deserve it," Dylan continued "If I had the chance to get out of here... Man, things would be different for me. I'd get a job, find a wife, have a family. I'd have one of those picture perfect two story houses with the white picket fence... And I'd find the families of the people I killed and I'd apologise. Yeah, I'll be a whole different guy. You still have that chance, Niall. Take it, run, and don't look back."

"You're right... Oprah!"

"Oi, don't make me start having to beat you up," Dylan joked

"Lights out!" The guy yelled. Everything went dark. Niall turned on his side and was soon fast asleep.

"I hear you get out soon," Harry said with a smile as him and Niall sat on a bench in a park.

He looked around, "How did I get here?"

"Same way you did, your head," Harry playfuly knocked the back of his head, "So, what are you going to do?"

"When?"

"When you get out?"

Niall sighed, "I don't know. Live on the street somewhere, I suppose. My mum and Liam hates my guts so I can't go back to either home. Everyone else is out of the question. No-one wants to share a house with a murderer."

Harry shook his head, "You're so negative, Niall. When did that happen? You used to be so happy,"

"... That was before I killed you. I'm sorry, Harry. I am so sorry,"

"Would you stop it," Harry clenched his fists, he tried to calm his voice when Niall flinched back. "I ignored you the last two times you tried to apologise. Why would I let you do it now? You don't need my forgiveness. Niall, you need to forgive yourself. Things won't get better until you do,"

"I... I can't,"

"Yes, you can. Use some of that leprechaun magic of yours,"

Niall's eyes opened suddenly. He wasn't ready for the dream to end, but apparently the dream was ready to be over.

He sighed as he moved to lie on his back. He winced at the pain that was still in his body. Tears once again stung at his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Even when it was dark, it was never okay to cry in prison.