Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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HARRY'S POV

Whatever you think happened, didn't.

I watched Tylie's blank face from across the room of swarming, sweaty bodies all pressed up against each other. She still wore my t shirt, but I am almost positive that she didn't want to be in it anymore. Even though she kept her face completely blank, I knew her muddled brain was running a million different directions per minute.

Whatever we had this morning was the peaceful, beautiful calm before the terrible storm. I just couldn't allow myself to do what I wanted to her, I couldn't live with that on my conscious knowing I might die tomorrow and her never know the truth of why Niall really left. I couldn't lie to the girl I loved.

Tylie looked up from the ground she had been staring at for thirty minutes straight, practically sensing me staring at her, and found my eyes straight away in a sea full of people. Searing pain rippled through my frozen body as she seized me in her gaze, and even from here I could see her holding her arm across her stomach with a hospital wristband still encasing her wrist.

Her hand hadn't left her stomach ever since I told her.

And in that moment, we were both pushed back in to the memory of what happened to us only an hour before this crippling silence came between us in the loudest place on this earth.

FLASHBACK

Tylie's hands fell onto my button up shirt, frantically pulling at the buttons while her lips were attached to my neck. I hovered over her with the biggest smile on my face because I was finally getting what I always wanted from the one I loved the most. I didn't want her to feel like she had to do this because I had been by her side this entire time, which she promised me multiple times that she wanted to do this, but I still couldn't really gather the strength to stop her even though there was a pit in my stomach that kept growing the longer we continued, because I didn't want her to regret this. Regret me.

I groaned as she ran her shaky hand over the front of my pants and started working to unbutton them. Still I couldn't bring myself to stop this erotical feeling coursing through me, even though there was a sledgehammer banging against the inside of my head yelling at me to stop this now and tell her the truth about Niall. About the one who she really loved, and the one that should be doing this with her.

Tylie pulled me closer to her by hooking her bare leg around my back, making our bodies rub against each other. I was finding it harder and harder to grasp that shred of good in me to stop. Tylie whispered my name quietly against my ear, and it was the most daringly, delicious poison that dripped from her lips as she said that, just waiting for me to kiss.

I hooked one arm beneath her waist, and kissed her with everything I had as I tried to pull myself away from the most delicious danger I had ever tasted. Tylie bit my bottom lip gently as I tried to pry myself away from her swollen lips. "Tylie," I whispered, against her lips, in immense pain.

"What is it, H?" She whispered breathily against my pink lips, making me want to kiss her again. So I did lean down to kiss her, but I stopped myself a half inch away from her lips and opened my dilated eyes finally to meet her wild, hazel ones that were so close to me. I didn't even realize a tear had streaked down my cheek until her beautiful eyes scrunched and she swiped her little thumb beneath my eye.

"Why are you crying, Harry? Don't you want this?" Tylie whispered, trying to regain her breath. I smiled even though I felt my heart break inside my chest, and I felt like a fucking pitiful, whipped child. Only Tylie Owens could break my down to a crying, emotional mess.