Born To Die (A Niall Horan love story)

Chapter 1

My eyes slowly open. I look at her beautiful face. She looks so innocent when she's sleeping. I softly stroke her hair. God, she's pretty. I give her a kiss, and her eyes open.

"Goodmorning sunshine." 

"Hmm." 

She closes her eyes again. I smile. I want to get out of bed but she grabs my arm. "No, stay with me." "You know I can't." "But I want to." I smile again. "I need to get to work babe." I say as I stand up. She lets go of my arm. "Ugh, who needs work." "Nobody." I say. She opens her eyes. I look at her. "But we do need the money." She sighs. I grab some clothes, which I already wore yesterday, and put them on while walking down the stairs to the kitchen. I am making myself breakfast, as I hear footsteps down the stairs. Looks like someone got up early today. "Couldn't sleep without me?" I ask. "Yes I could. But the smell of food was just irresistible." She says with a cheeky smile. I laugh and look at the delicious looking bacon. I feel her hands on my waist. I turn around. She stares into my eyes with a smile. Then her smile disappears. "You didn't really think this was real, did you?" She says. I look at her in question. "What do you mean?" She smiles and whispers in my ear. 

"I'm dead, Niall."

I sit upright. I am sweaty and I breathe fast. I try to calm myself down. This bed and its god damn memories, these nightmares, the panick attacks. It's all too much. I have been having these dreams every day for months now. She's in every single one of them. I walk downstairs. I grab some water and take a painkiller. I always take them after a nightmare like this. They never work though. I look at the bowl full of fruit on the table. I smile as it reminds me of her. She always wanted me to eat healthier... Funny thing was she never ate them herself. I look down. Everything in this house reminds me of her... 

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13 August 2013

"Hey Niall... You didn't pick up your phone, well you never pick up your phone actually, so I thought I would say it this way. The thing is... This isn't going to work. We don't work. You know that, I know that. I can't say this any different... We're over Niall. No excuses this time. I am leaving for New York tomorrow... I'd like to say goodbye to you." 

I stare at my phone. I'm not even mad, or sad over Sarah breaking up with me over some voicemail. I wasn't ready for a serious relationship anyways. Relationships suck. You'll fall in love, do stupid things, forget about everyone else and then you break up. That's pretty much why I don't do 'love'. 

I let my phone slip into my pocket, and start my car. Don't get me wrong. It's not that I am not capable of love. I mean, I love my friends, family, music career, and life in general. I just... Don't fall in love. I drive to the arena. The lads are probably already waiting. I park my car and walk inside. "Niall! There you are! Where have you been?" Liam asks while walking up to me. "Hey man! I was just getting some coffee." I lie. Not really in the mood to tell him I was just listening to my now- ex-girlfriend's voicemail where she says she's breaking up with me. He pulls his eyebrow up. "Coffee, huh? Then where is it?" I feel my cheeks turning a bit red. He laughs. "Just kidding, Niall. It's okay if you were with Sarah." Would this be a good moment to tell him we broke up? I doubt, but then throw a smile at him. It's way too early anyways. We walk into the dressing room where the other lads are. I am joking around a bit when Paul walks in. "John wants to talk to you guys." he says. I sigh and look at the others. We all think the same. 

What is it going to be this time?

John is our manager, he is not an awful person, just... Really irritating in ways that are even more irritating. Whenever he wants to talk, something bad happens. There's always good and bad news though. Yet... The bad news always overwhelms the good.