Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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**TYLIE'S POV**

My hands slammed into the heavy metal doors of the hospital, jarring the bones beneath my skin and making them quiver. Hot, sticky tears had dried to my cheeks, and my hair was still wet from the rainstorm we were in at the beach.

Blinding white fury surged through my veins at the mere thought of the beach, how happily naive I was. Niall didn't tell me that they were taking Harry out of his coma. He kept it a fucking secret from me when he knew how much I worried about Harry all the time. He knew that I thought the only reason Harry was in this position was because he tried to save me.

I don't know how Niall could treat me like this.

I could never marry someone who kept something this big from me.

I rounded the corner of the ICU and found Nia leaning against the information desk, going over a patient's file with the lady sitting behind it. My eyes narrowed drastically, and I stormed towards her with fire beneath my feet. Nia turned at the sound of my pounding steps, giving me a gentle smile when she saw me. But when she saw the look on my face, that stupid smile turned into a scared frown.

Damn well should.

"Where the hell is Harry?!" I roared, knocking the stupid patient file from her stupid little hands. The papers flew everywhere, sliding over the countertop and onto the tiled floor. I didn't pay attention to them, I just glared straight into Nia's soul, probably looking like the definition of insanity.

Nia stared at me with wide, innocent eyes and it made me want to deck her in the face with a right hook. The woman I had come to love and trust as a motherly figure betrayed me far worse than my actual mother ever could. She was supposed to take care of Harry, MY Harry. And she was supposed to come to ME with any decisions regarding him or his health, not behind my back to tell Niall and leave me out of it all. They knew how much I loved Harry, how could they do this to me?

And to think I was going to name my daughter after her's.

And I had Niall's daughter in my stomach, and suddenly I felt sick. The happy memories of earlier tonight washed away with the hot rain at the beach, and it actually pained me to look back and know Niall was hiding this from me that whole time after we promised not to keep secrets from each other anymore. I thought we had grown past our secrets, but I guess that we could never grow past our secrets after all.

Tears punched at the back of my eyes and a sob welled up and scratched my throat, but I refused to let them out and show weakness. "Tylie, you need to calm down. What's going on, what happened?" Nia questioned gently, coming around from the desk and reaching for me. But I backed away, pointing at her with a shaky finger, "You know good and damn well what happened, and you can knock this stupid fucking innocent act off before I lose my damn mind on you!" I screamed and resisted the urge to throw my fist into something, knowing good and well I would break my wrist if I hit something (or someone).

Nia stared at me blankly, but I knew good and well what that look was. It was a mask for something you knew, armor against a question you didn't want to answer because the answer was too hard to deal with. I had given this look before, so I knew it inside and out all too well. And it infuriated me to no end that this lady, a grown woman who was a nurse, tried to give this look to me when somebody I loved dearly life was on the line.

"How could you do this to me, Nia? You out of all people know how much I love Harry, how much I care about him. The only reason he is in this fucking place is because of me! How could you not tell me that they were taking him out of his coma?" I screamed, digging my nails into my palms, feeling the blood spike up.