Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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"You're supposed to love me," Harry screeched in my face, his tormented face floating in between the cracks of a broken mirror. I was disgusted of the person in the mirror and the one behind it. "I can't," I whispered, my voice cracking just like the mirror.

A tormented scream filled my ears, and the mirror shattered completely. The glass shards hit my face with an abrupt impact, causing blood dots to swell up over my face. The shattered glass enveloped me in a treacherous blanket, and Harry had broken out from behind it and was coming straight towards me.

And just like that, I woke up.

I sat straight up from Niall's sleep induced hold, letting his heavy arms loosely fall back onto the bed beneath me. Deep breaths pushed through my parted lips as I brought my hands to feel over my face.

There were no cuts on my face, but there were cuts on my memories that could never heal. I sighed quietly, pushing my hands back through my mop of curls that I thought I inherited from my brother. Turns out I never had a brother in the first place. The man I once loved as a brother was just a stranger now who was in love with me.

I turned to look down at an asleep Niall, his face completely relaxed in my presence. With a feather light touch, I pushed some fallen hair away from his face as a small smile overcame my lips. We were both irreversibly fucked up people, with an irrevocable love. Without him, I couldn't deal. And without me, Niall couldn't continue on.

At least I could remember that.

I turned to the doorway which I had found was open. Immediately goosebumps raked down my spine as I felt another presence in the room, and I had half the mind to wake up Niall. Squinting through the darkness, I was met with the sliver of someone else's eyes.

My breath seized in my throat, the sound of someone else's breath the only thing I could hear in the silence. There was a quiet shuffle, then a tall figure stepped all the way into the doorframe. The light from the hallway far away shifted into a line across our room, hitting the beautiful green of eyes I knew far to well.

"Harry?" I whispered fearfully, trying to conceal my shaking figure beneath the bedsheets. Why was he in here in the middle of the night, just staring into Niall's room? The endless answers to that question scared me to no end, and I sunk deeper beneath the covers.

"I found myself walking around, and I just wanted to see how your nightmares were nowadays," he whispered, his voice floating across to me in the darkness. Chills licked up my arms as I remembered how many nights I had spent in Harry's arms, and I remembered how foolishly naive I was. Of course Harry held an enormous secret from me, I was just too stupid to figure it out.

As he stood here watching me in the darkness, I realized all the things I thought we used to resemble about each other were uncanny differences now. Harry had always had the sharp jawbone while I had the more round face. My nose was smaller while his was bigger, and he was much taller than I was. Our hair didn't hold the exact same color, and our eyes definitely were not the same anymore.

"W-why are you in here in the middle of the night though?" I mustered, trying to calm my erratic breathing. Harry leaned against the doorway, crossing his long arms over his broad chest.

"To see for myself that no one could ever take away your monsters like I did," he murmured quietly, a small smile on his pink lips in the darkness. I was about to argue with him and tell him to get out when he started talking again.

"I was also hoping to apologize to you for my behavior earlier. That was out of hand," he whispered with a tint of hurt underlapping his quiet tone. I sat up a little bit straighter, trying to make out his every detail in the faint light.