1D One Shots

The Leap of Faith ~Narry

I love The Script and their song "Nothing" is a personal favorite of mine. I was watching the music video (again) and I was like hmm. Story. And this is that. With that being this and this being that with those being over yonder there I'd like to say, enjoy. TRIGGER WARNING. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. ALSO, VERY SAD. I know, another sad one. Well, sucks.

Three years. Damn, that's a long time. I keep my eyes shut, knowing what was going to happen. Nothing's been the same. Fuck this day. How could I have missed it? I was close too. Only about twenty minutes.

I finally sit up in bed and the tears are already rolling down my cheeks. A semi-circle has assembled around the foot of my bed. "Liam? Lou? Zee? Mum? What are you all doing here?"

"You know why. Don't act stupid Niall." Zayn snaps at me.

"Fuck you." I'm kneeling on top of my covers about to punch him and Louis is holding me back.

"Stop it!" His voice is hoarse. "Just stop. Zayn, this is hard for all of us. You don't have to be a prick." I'm still struggling against his grasp until my mum pushes me lightly. I flop back down and start to sob. "C'mon Niall it's just-"

"Don't!" I scream. "Don't you dare say it!"

"Niall it's been three years!" Liam sighs.

"Yeah Liam! Three. Fucking. Years."

"We all loved him, Niall. Granted, you did more for him than we could ever do but you can't change the past! Harry's dead!" Louis shouts.

Harry's dead. The room falls silent. No one had said his name in front of me for so long. Harry's dead. I almost forgot what it sounded like. No, that's a lie. I'll never forget anything about him. He was perfect. Perfect, except for today, three years ago. Harry's dead. No one knows exactly what happened. Some said it was stress, others said drugs, others said mental illness. Harry wasn't crazy. He never did drugs. Harry's dead. Stress? We were in love. What could possibly go wrong when you're in love?

"Niall..." Liam says in a careful tone. I snap out of it and see a shattered mirror in front of me. Harry's dead. I look down and my hand is bleeding, knuckles were shredded.

"I'm sorry." Louis says quietly.

"I'm sorry too." I stare at the floor. "I need to take a shower. Get out." I point to the door and the four of them slowly make their way out. Harry's dead. Zayn hesitates. "I won't. Just get out." I try to reassure him but my voice cracks.

"I'm staying." He shuts the door behind the others and sits on my bed.

"Fine." I didn't have the energy to fight him. Harry's dead. I shower and shave, hadn't done that in a while. I get dressed in my black suit and try to do my tie. "Fuck." I swear, fumbling with it.

"Can I?" Zayn stands, brushing imaginary dust off his own black suit.

"Mhm." I let him and he does it swiftly, stepping away. "Haz always did it for me." I start to tremble. Harry's dead.

"He always did it well." Zayn puts an arm around me and leads me out the door. We all climb into a limo and lead a fleet of cars to the cemetery. Harry's dead. There was already a crowd waiting for us. Each fan offers a sad smile or hug. No pictures. No screaming. It was actually scary how quiet it was. Harry's dead. When I get out of the car they part like the Red Sea, a direct path to his... grave.

Someone starts sobbing and my resolve starts to crumble. I make it to the grave though, only tripping once. Anne was waiting for me. Her face was stained with tears already and I took her hand. She kisses my cheek. Harry's dead.