Make Me Break (n.h. + h.s.)(Punk!Niall)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

"I'm dead." 

"You almost were, but not quite." 

"Then... Why are you here? You're dead Niall..." I whispered, still not believeing that he was sitting next to me... Holding my hand. 

"Seriously, what is with you guys thinking I'm dead? I'm fine!"

"He told me you were dead! He knew who you were... He told me..." I was shaking my head, retracting my hand from his. 

"Harry, I'm not dead. Do I look dead to you?"

"Then I must be dead! It's not possible! You died... You left..." 

"Haz..." Niall made a move to grab my hand again, but I was quick to move it. I stared at him with wide eyes, my heart already beginning to race. 

"No! You're dead! You're not supposed to be here! Fuck, I'm dead! I fucking killed myself! Goddammit I'm so fucking stupid... Lizzie! Oh god. She's stuck with Grace, and it's al my fault. I'm such a fucking idiot." I gripped at my hair, tugging at the curls as my chest began to raise and fall rapidly. Tears were falling freely from my eyes, and Niall started to panic next to me. 

"Harry, baby calm down..." Niall grabbed my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. 

"You're dead!" I gasped out, blinking... Trying to focus on anything but his eyes. 

"Harry, calm down. Just focus on my voice... Please baby.. You're scaring me. I'm not dead. I'm right here... Right where I belong." 

"Y-You left!" I shook my head, panting as I begged for air. I couldn't breathe, it felt like my lungs were going to collapse.

"I know... I know. Baby, please calm down. You're gonna get sick..." His hand touched my shoulder, but naturally I flinched away. Black dots started to fog my vision as I continued to gasp for the much needed oxygen.

Eventually though, my body gave up.

And I was consumed by the dark once more.

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"Haz, wake up. I'm hungry." Fingers poked at my cheeks, making me smile in the process.

"No. I wanna sleep."

"Please? You owe me food." 

"Why do I owe you anything?"

"I gave you a blow job last night. I think that accounts to something!"

"And if you remember correctly I gave you the time of your life. So I think you're the one who owes me food."

"You know I'm a shit cook."

"Heaven forbid you ever end up living on your own." I opened my eyes, peering up at him. He was sitting up on the bed, playing with the edges of the comforter. The sun was coming in through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating his back... He almost looked like an angel if you asked me.

My angel. 

"We both know you'd never leave me." He whispered, a soft smile on his face as he glanced at me.

"Never. I couldn't bare being away from you."

"Even if I did something really bad?"

"Well I guess it just depends on what you did... But that's the thing with loving someone, you love them no matter what... even if it's something bad."