[SAD]
I arrived home, put the key on the door and pushed the door open. The house was dark, the only light coming from the living room. "[Y/N} I'm home!" I say and frown when I don't get a response. I go into the living room and see her sitting on the couch, back towards me. I put down the Chinese I ordered for us both and go over to her.
"[Y/N] you alright?" I reach out to touch her, and she flinches away from me. "Don't touch me." She whispers, wrapping her arms around herself. Dumbfounded, I blink twice. What the hell was going on? "Umm... you okay?" She stands up and throws her hand up in frustration. A crumbled piece of paper falls out of her hands and rolls along the floor, stopping just metres from my feet. I look at her, standing here, make up streaming down her face, hair flat. She still looked beautiful, but her eyes told me something different. I pick it up and un-fold it. It's was a magazine cutting. And the headline read "Niall Horan? Player or what?" The picture they put on was one of me and a girl that had kissed me after a drunk night out when we were touring in New York. I look at the article then back at her. "C'mon. You don't believe this do you?" I say, looking at her shocked. I would never do anything to hurt her. I loved her too much. It hurt me seeing her like this. It was like, every second a knife was being plunged into my heart. "Don't believe it? Don't believe it?!" She shrieked. "The evidence is right there Niall. It's not only one. Its everywhere. In every newspaper and magazine. On Twitter and FaceBook and Tumblr. I've been getting looks everywhere I go. Everyone feeling sorry for me. And this isn't the first time is it?" She says, a sarcastic tone in her voice. I feel her voice wavering, like she's going to start to cry any minute, but I know she's trying to be strong as she stand there, hands clenched by her side. I put the paper down, and walk over to her and despite her trying to pull away from me, I pull her close and hold her, until her breathing returns to normal. I pull away and put my hands on either side of her face, looking into her [brown/green/grey/blue/any other colour] eyes and wipe away her tears. I gently kiss her salty lips, and give her a smile. "Listen to me. That was a drunken night out. I offered to drive her home. It was a bit like the Emma Ostilly and Harry story last year. I love you so much and I would never do anything to hurt you. You are amazing and beautiful and it would literally kill me if you believe something like this." She squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head, her [brown/black/blonde/red/any other colour] hair flowing with her. She puts her hands over mine and pushes me away. "I need to think. I need some fresh air. I just need to walk and think for a while." She whispers. She pushes me aside and grabs her coat and purse. "At least call me if your gonna go home. So I know you go home, Princess." I say. She gives me a small smile before walking out. I sigh, and sit down, angrily kicking the wooden coffee table in front of me. If I hadn't offered that drunk girl a ride home none of this would have happened. I stand up and walk over to the Chinese on the table. Looks like I would be eating by myself tonight. I thought to myself, as I pocket my phone. Best keep it next to me in case she calls.
"Mr Horan? Niall Horan?" I hear someone say. I open my eyes, wearily. "Mr Horan!" Someone shouts and I jump up straight. I look at the time and see that its 3am. Shit, I must have fallen asleep. I stretch and notice blue and red lights flashing outside my window. I frown and walk over to the door and open it, seeing two officers standing there. The first one, a male, turns and flashes his ID at me. "Mr Horan?" I nod, and the two officers give each other sideway looks. "Is it okay if we come in?" I step aside. "Uh, sure. Is everything alright?" They don't reply as they make their way to the living room. The officer beckons to the chair. "You might want to sit." He says as he takes a seat opposite me. I sit, confused. "Is it {Y/N]?" I say. "Is she alright?" The officer looks at me and I already the anxiety in his eyes. "I'm afraid not sir. She was found an hour ago, coming back here by the side of the road. She died on the way to the hospital." I sit there, still silent. The words he said went in through my ear, ran circles in my brain and then out of my other ear. "What?" I whisper. "Your girlfriend, [Y/N]-" I stand up straight. "Is this some kind of joke? Did she send you here as revenge or some shit? Look! I already apologised and I love her!" I shout at the top of my lungs. I want to punch him in his stupid face. How can he just stand there and tell stupid lies like that?! Who the fuck did he think he was?! But he just sits there, emotionless. He gets something out of his pocket and slides it across the table. "Is this her?" I look at the picture and bury my head on my hands. No. No. No! Why?!"I want to see her." I whisper. "I want to see her!" He stands up. "Of course. But, I fear you might not like what you see." He stands up and escorts me over to the police car. Crowds have gathered outside my house, some worried, some with their phones out, taking pictures and recording. But I didn't care. Just as I was driving out, I saw Paul and the boys drive in. They look tired and I felt bad that they had woken up for me. But I just wanted to see her face. To see if it was really her. I lean my head against the window of the car, the cold glass feeling cool against my burning head. I close my eyes, and memories flash before me. Memories of her laughter, her eyes, her smile. They way she would bite her lip shyly and look down when I called her beautiful, the way our lips would just linger after a kiss, the way that every morning, when I woke up, her face and eyes would be the first thing I would usually see. It was just too much; I thought to myself as the hot, burning tears streamed down my face.
