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Castle on the hill

Harry (age 6)

When I was six years old I broke my leg, I was running from my brother and his friends

Yoy squeaked as you heard the many pounds of foot steps behind you. You were at Harry's for the week, and it was nice out so the six of you decided to go outside and play a round of tag.

"You're it!" you heard Louis yell as he tagged Niall.

That's when the blonde Irish boy turned to yoy with a devilish smile and started to chase you directly.

You laughed and smiled as he came after you. You looked back at Niall, completely missing the rock that was in front of you, tripping over it.

"y/n!" Harry yelled before running to you. Your eyes were welding up with tears before the sobs came out.

Your leg was bent in a weird shape and it hurt so bad that it was going numb.

Harry carefully picked up and walked towards the car.

"I think it's broken, bub." He said to you then placing you in your car seat.

All of you roads to the hospital, later discovering that it indeed was broken, all because of a game of tag.

Niall (age 16)

I found my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost them through the years

You sat there in the back of the movie theatre with Niall, biting your lip, trying not to cry. Sitting three rows in front of you was your boyfriend, arm around and lip locking with your supposed best friend. Just the sight of it made your heart hurt beyond compare.

Niall turned to yoy, about to say some lame joke, but then noticed you staring at something. He turned his attention to the two people in your line of vision.

"Is that Maria?" He asked, as he had not met your boyfriend because of tour. Hesitantly, you nodded your head. "Hey Maria!" he yelled

Maria's head turned back to look at the two of you, and her eyes went wide. Lucas, your boyfriend, also turned to look back.

When you made eye contact with Lucas, that's when the waterworks started to fall. Niall just looked at you, confused as ever.

"y/n, who is that?" Niall questioned in curiosity.

"That's my boyfri- ex boyfriend." You admitted to him, your heart shattering as you said that. "Sitting there, kissing my best friend."

Liam (age 3)

I know I've grown
I can't wait to go home

You sat on your mum's lap in the terminal of the airport. Liam was finally coming back for a short period of time because the United States part of the tour was finally over.

You happily bounced up and down on her lap as you watched people walk around the airport, greet new people, get luggage, and other things.

You haven't seen Liam since your second birthday. You have seen him on video chat, but there's not much in there that can keep a three year old's attention span.

You actually weren't quite sure why you were here.

"You're going to see bubby." your mother said to yoy as she noticed the plane landing.

"Bubby." you agreed with her.

Shortly after, Liam walked through the gates, spotting you and your mum immediately. He ran to yoy immediately and engulfed you in his muscular arms. You didn't know what was happening.

"My goodness, y/n. Look how much you've grown! I couldn't wait to come see you!" he said to you.

You put your tiny hands on his scruffy cheeks, gave him a smile, and said, "Bubby."

Louis (age 15)

Fifteen years old and smoking hand rolled cigarettes

School was really stressing you out. So what was the one thing you've done to cope with stress? Smoke.

You friend took her brother's old cigarette papers and managed to buy loose tobacco. When you were over her house once, you both decided to smoke and it's been your go to stress reliever ever since.

No one was home, or was going to be home, for a while. So you rolled a cigarette and went outside to smoke it.

You took a few puffs of it and sighed as you felt yourself start to relax.

You were about half way finished, when all of a sudden you heard the sound of a car door shutting. There wasn't anything you could do now. You reeked of smoke and there wasn't enough time to put it out before Louis walked into the back yard.

"y/n? What the hell are you doing with a cigarette?!" He yelled before coming over and ripped it out of your hand.

"What? You do it!" you defended yourself.

"Do as I say, not as you do. Just because I do it doesn't make it okay, y/n. It's a drug. It can really mess up your life." He said calmly to you while looking you in the eyes.

"I'm just stressed." You admitted pathetically.

"I know, babe. But this isn't going to help you get rid of your stress. We'll find something that works for you together."

Zayn (age 17)

One's brother overdosed

He was too young. 23. Only 23 years old when he gave his soul to the devil.

Zayn was at a rough time in his life. He was never a very open person, so he confided in alcohol. He drank cases of beer in a night, causing so much damage to his liver.

Now, here you are. Sitting in a white chair, in a black dress, in front of a coffin.

Zayn laid there. Hair neatly combed and styled, beard shaven, dressed in a suit. But all of the color in his face was drained. He was grey. All of the life in him was sucked out all because of alcohol poisoning.

He did it to himself. He knew he needed help. He knew he shouldn't have done it. He shouldn't have left you.

You sat with some kind of anger and resentment towards him. He left you. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel sad because you love him and he's gone.

"I'll never drink, Zaynie." You whispered to yourself. "I'll do for you what you were not able to."