Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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I recognized this writing from Niall's journal, the cursive words sticking out and slapping me across the face. The same black loops seemed to mock me from the weathered page, making me want to rip it up and throw it away. I should have known karma would come around for looking in his personal journal. But I didn't throw it away, I only held it between my shaky hands as my watery eyes scanned over each every line.

Dear Ty,

Don't fucking miss me, please. You have to
know that I started this war, and now I'm going to end it. Don't follow after me either, stay here with Harry and help to fight with me behind the scenes. Harry knows the plan, listen to him despite what your heart is telling you.

I know this is so damn selfish of me, love, but I have to do this for the hope that one day we can live without fear of persecution. And I have to do this so no more innocent people get hurt because of my mistake.

Know I will always love you unconditionally if I don't make it out of this alive. I am doing this for you, for us. You deserve a life and chance that I never had, and that none of us ever had. If I make it out of this, I only hope you could forgive me and still love me. You're my every consuming thought, please never forget that.

Maybe we can find our way back to each other after this, but if we can't then always remember that I love you so much, Tylie Brooke Owens. I always have since the first moment I saw you. You're so strong, and I know you can make it through this without me by your side just like you have done all these years.

I will always be beside you like I always have, you just won't be able to see me like you didn't for all of those years. Just know that I'm doing every fucking thing I can to fix my wrong doings. If you ever miss me, just look up at the moon and know that I'm under the same exact sky that you are, looking up at it and wishing for you.

I love you, my Princess.

Niall

I scanned over it at least ten mores times because I still could not believe that Niall would leave me like this, all by myself with all of these people that I did not know. He would not just leave to go on a fucking suicide mission without even uttering a goodbye or his reasoning for leaving to me.

In a quick flash I crumpled the damned paper up and threw it across the empty room, letting gravity pull it towards the floor. A streak of the early morning sunlight streamed through a crack in the wall, leaving a golden streak across the rose. I grabbed the rose between my shaky fingers, not even caring about the thorns jabbing into my thumb and index fingers.

It was a beautiful red and should remind me of the love that Niall held for me, but instead it reminded me of what a thorn to the gut Niall leaving me was. A choked sob escaped from my scratchy throat as I stormed into the bathroom and flung the stupid rose into the sink. Without even realizing it, I had ripped up all of the petals and the stem of the beautiful rose. Now it's remains were floating on top of the ghostly water that filled the sink.

I sank down into the floor, my back scrapping the wall behind me as I threaded my fingers through my wild hair and rested my elbows on my knees. The only thought prevalent in my mind was that I had to find Niall and save him from his inevitable doom.

I had to find him.

I pushed myself up off of the floor with great strength, knowing what I had to do now and not wanting to cry about Niall's departure but instead wanting to get to him as soon as possible. My cast covered foot clinked beneath me and I just made it to the threshold of the bathroom when Harry stepped in front of me, trapping me in the bathroom.