Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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I finally left the hospital, left Harry's side, for the first time in a while.

I almost forgot what the outside world felt like where we weren't battling a war every single day of our lives. My fight might be over for now, but Harry's was not. It almost didn't feel fair for me to enjoy this safer world without him beside me to enjoy it too. After all, he had battled far longer than I had. We always had been threaded together, whether it be in spirit or in person. It was kinda hard to just turn the other cheeks on things like this when you had done everything together your whole life.

Saying that, I knew Harry would want this for me.

The sun shined a bit brighter, and my environment looked even more colorful ever since I had regained peace within myself. I didn't have hallucinations anymore because it turned out my father had me chipped, too. He had tricked me into believing I had a disease, when in reality it was him messing with my mind all along. But my father couldn't control me anymore because he was finally dead.

Before you ask, no, I didn't regret killing him.

He deserved to die after all the despicable things that he did to innocent people and the earth. After the dark war he brought into this world, and after all the lives lost for absolutely no reason but for his own sick fantasies. Whenever Niall tries to reason with me that he was my father even after everything he did, I just didn't care or believe that bullshit. That man that did all those horrible things was not my father. My father was the man who laughed with me and had my back when I wanted to be myself. My father was an honorable, loving man.

That's the way I'll always remember him.

As far as I'm concerned, my real father died a long time ago from some reason unknown to me. A monster took his place, and this monster didn't deserve my mourning after all was said and done. I mourned over my actual father a long time, I cried over the wonderful man I had lost. Now, I had nothing to mourn because the only man, or thing for that matter, I killed was a monster. That's it, and I had nothing else to say about it.

Finally, I had made it back to our apartment after I enjoyed my blissful walk in the setting sun. I fully expected Niall to be home, impatiently (but nervously) tapping his foot while I walked into our bathroom to go get ready for our first date. But when I removed my keys from the door to push it open, I was met with an empty home. Immediately, I knew I didn't feel the presence of Niall here, and that made me wonder where on earth could he be.

I shut the door, locking it behind me. When I turned around, a beautiful package on the marble countertop caught my attention. Of course my curiosity drew me towards it, and I was already reaching in my pocket to pull out my pocket knife, that I kept on me for protection, to open the package even though I didn't know if it was for me or not.

A name tag was sticking out from beneath the huge golden bow, and I scrunched my eyebrows in concentration as I read the beautiful handwriting that I knew was Niall's because of that time I snooped through his journal. I couldn't help but smile slyly at how far we had come from then as I read the little card.

"Hey, remember the first time we ever saw each other? I thought it was only fitting for our first date ever, my beautiful darling. Love always- Niall x. "

"That cute fucker," I whispered with a huge smile on my face, feeling my heart swell up into my throat as I gently cut the beautiful bow from the box. I shook my head as I pulled the thick wrapping off, to reveal another beautiful box beneath it. Quickly, I ripped the top off the new box off to reveal a baby blue dress that made my heart melt.

I pulled it from its confines and held it in the air, feeling the soft lace material between my shaky fingers. It was a strapless dress, but if you went halfway down my arms there were see through lace sleeves that went the rest of the length of my arm. The dress was tighter feeling at the top yet flowed out at the waist, so I knew it would cover up my baby bump. And an ornate diamond belt ran around the middle of the dress, making me gawk at it. The dress was jaw dropping gorgeous, and I immediately wondered where Niall had gotten it and how much he had spent.