One Shots

Niall {au}

Of course it had to happen, it was bound to happen - well maybe not really, but it was a negative aspect to Niall's job.

He was leaving his everything behind. His daughter, his only daughter - well, blood daughter. His son, his adopted son. His husband, his loving husband of nearly six years. His young nephew, his only brother, and his sister-in-law. His aging parents. His aging parents-in-law. His long list of close friends. His list of criminals he caught, and he would befriend - because he was just a nice person. His ex-girlfriend, the mother of his only real child - not that his adopted son wasn't as much his own real son.

And what was to blame: his job. His job was the easiest, it was hard. He had to deal with the idea of being shot, or being attacked by a bomb. But, who knew that this would be his last day, his last I love you.

His daughter, only nine, and his son, only six - since he was adopted when he was nearly two years old. His husband, Harry, only a few months younger than him. His ex-girlfriend, Amelia, who he loved - but not in the same way as Harry. They all were hit the hardest, because they were the last four faces he saw, before he walked into a robbery - which he was sent to, before he could even reach the police station. The last voice he heard was a devilish voice, before he shot, almost, every person in the room.

Niall fell to the ground, in a heartbeat, and he was lying there wishing he could relive every memory, every good memory. Niall was lying next to a girl, a young girl, she was maybe twenty, and she crying. Niall moved towards her, a small frown on his face, before he hugged her. He wanted to see a face, not a mean one, but one in the same pain he was in.

"I'm sorry," Niall said, burying his head into the girl's hair, he was crying. "I am so sorry," he said again. And who knew, the girl was feeling the same thing.

"I'm sorry too." She mumbled, feeling guilty. She could see, in his eyes, that he had more to live for, than to die trying to save some innocent people from a bank robbery. "I'm so fucking sorry," and to say Niall was confused, was right, because he didn't understand why she was apologizing.

Niall didn't care - more like he couldn't - he was dying, and he could barely comprehend what happened to him. His eyes were blinking, softly, and his skin was becoming cold suddenly. The girl cried, and grabbed onto him, guilty tears leaving her.

"I'm so sorry mister," she said, her voice was so innocent and guilty. "It's Horan, or Styles, Horan-Styles," Niall mumbled, almost incoherently. The girl nodded, grabbing on softly to the dying police officer. She didn't know who he was, but she remembers seeing him around the city - since he was called the 'nicest' police officer, but he was also the hardest. He was young, only twenty-nine - which wasn't super young, but he still had years, more years. But no, she had to be an idiot and join some stupid, farfetched, prank.

"It's, um," Niall coughed, "can you...if you...can you tell my husband...I love him, dearly...and my kids, that...I'll miss them..." Niall said, his voice slowing down every few words. "Please," and that was the last word he got out, before his heart stopped, and the girl only nodded again.

Fifteen minutes later, the girl found herself at the hospital, getting checked-out. She didn't care, she wanted to find Mr. Styles, or at least she assumed that was the police officer's husbands name. She wanted to apologize that her best friend, who was three years her senior, for making a stupid mistake and shooting him. She was shot, but she didn't care, it was only her shoulder, it would heal, but a death can't.

"Can I go, now, please?" She questioned, and the nurse sighed, before he wrapped her shoulder softly. "Ten minutes, okay?" The nurse said, understanding that the girl didn't want to be there anymore. The girl nodded, sadly, thinking of the poor man who was getting bad news, right now, or in a few minutes.