Innocence

Chapter #8

“It began with the idea that you’d come back and find me. You never returned for me, though. It hurts to know that you may not want to come back for me.” Niall murmured, his sad, depressing voice echoed off the walls of Harry’s bedroom walls.

 

Niall’s life was crumbling down, like a boy at the top of the world, just when he falls off to his plummeting death. He couldn’t stop it, but Harry surely could. As a matter of fact, Harry was the only one who could prevent Niall from doing what he was about to do. Unfortunately, it was getting much too late for Niall to receive a pure miracle.

 

“I miss you, y’know? Sometimes, I pretend that you actually think about me. Long shot there, though, so I’ve lost all faith in you, in me, and most importantly, in us.” Niall said, pushing back tears that were once threatening to pour out of his sparkling clear blue eyes.

 

“You could be out there, anywhere. Do you understand how difficult it is for me to not know where you are? It makes me feel so empty, as if you were a piece of me, the only thing I ever loved.” Niall said, practically suffocating himself in the amount of sadness and depression Harry was causing him.

 

Niall never really understood why Harry had such a large effect on him. He always guessed it was part of his nature, really, so he never questioned it. Not until that one day.

 

“Y’know, it’s hard for me to imagine that you are the reason that I am in so much depression, grief, and sadness. But at the exact same time, you are the only cause for the small sliver of hope and happiness I have within me. I’m conflicted, Harry. I wish I could have you for small infinities as well as larger ones. I want you for an eternity, Hazza. Please, come back.”

 

Niall was terrifyingly depressed. It was the one strange feeling Harry had caused that Niall wasn’t enjoying at the very least. Sometimes, Niall thought to himself, wondering what if he hadn’t gone outside that freezing cold night and gotten kidnapped by Zayn.

 

Well, for starters, Niall wouldn’t be depressed and empty as he is now. He wouldn’t have had to do all those insane things for them. Niall could actually allow a small smile creep up on his pale face, realizing that he should actually be thanking those fuckers.

 

Niall never would have fallen for Harry, let alone met him, if it wasn’t for them.

 

“Thanks, boys. I may be miserable, but comes with being in love with someone, I suppose.”

 

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“Niall, we’re gonna find Harry. Pack your things, we’re taking the car. We’re gonna find him for you.” Anne smiled, and Niall could feel his very own heart crumble as he began to shake hastily.

 

“N-no way, Anne. I’d die if I saw him, y’know, in a good way.” Niall pleaded, and Anne turned to face him, glaring directly into Niall’s perfectly blue clear eyes.

 

Niall began to think about how much they recognized him of Harry’s beautiful eyes. This sent him into a never-ending adoration-filled spiral, and the only thing he could finally think about was the idea of Harry cold and miserable, much worse than Niall was at the very moment. He didn’t want Harry to feel depressed. Unfortunately enough, Niall was much too late.