You found me.~Niam

I found God.

On the corner of first and Amistad

The young Irish boy held his face in his hands, thinking back. Back to the beginning. To the beginning of it all.  

Where the west was all but won

All alone, smoking his last cigarette

The flash back ended. Reality sunk back in.  The precious memories of his arms wrapped around his shoulders would remain just that. Memories. ~He thought, rubbing the material of one of Liams old shirts between his thumb and first finger. Feeling it was soothing, but torturous at the same time.

I Said where you been, he said ask anything

People had told him not to think of the 'What ifs'. Not to look too deep into the past. Almost forget it's over and just remember what did happen. What did happen though, didn't last. Not long enough for either mans liking. Not even close.

Where were you?

When everything was falling apart. 

The unvoiced question that would never be said plagued Nialls mind. Liam had promised to always be around... No matter what the circumstances. They had planned a future together. It's cruel that it got tore away. That Niall lost not only a future, but a lover. 

All my days were spent by the telephone

It never rang.

He never left his apartment. Not once.  Well, not until at least a week after his departure. All he needed was the call. That one call that would bring Liam home. Bring back the light in his life, His saviour to Nialls world. His everything. 

And all I needed was a call

That never came  

But Niall was niave. Stupid, and niave. They had pulled through stuff like this before. The fights. Although this one was so, so much vicious, Niall was determined that the phone would ring. That the welcoming tune which would mean his everthing was returning to the apartment would come. The one thing that made their house a home. It never came.

(To the corner of first and Amistad )

Lost and insecure

You found me, you found me

It didn't matter where they went. How they got seperated. It always ended with them reuniting. Finding each other once again. The boys became so fragile through out tough times. Almost as harsh on Niall as it was on Liam... Almost being the key word.

Lying on the floor

Surrounded, surrounded  

He felt so bare when Liam would find him crying. Letting his emotions flow. Suffocated almost by the enfinate vibe of love he was recieving. The brunette would always curl up to his true love, sheltering him from all harm. This was before his shelter shattered.

Why'd you have to wait?

Where were you? Where were you?  

The blond knows that they shall meet again... Never mind the circumstances. He would give the world for one more kiss. One more hold. One more smile. One more second with him.

Just a little late

You found me, you found me

Niall knew this time though. He knew that his Knight in shining armour, his shelter, wouldn't come to his rescue. That he has gone to a different place. A more welcoming area. A... Relief of his present, stress filled life. That's it. If only he had taken more solos, weakened his demanding work, would he still be here? Who knew... They where just a little late. 

In the end everyone ends up alone

Losing her, the only one who's ever known  

He should have known that such a perfect pairing couldn't last. That the fun, unforgetable moments shared where limited and that the worst was only yet to come. He didn't though. Smiling through it all, he forgot of the small possibilities that it could actually not go accordingly to plan. The thought of loosing him, was almost too unbareable though. So as always, he had just pushed it to the back of his mind. 

Who I am, who I'm not, who I want to be

No way to know how long she will be next to me  

They helped each other descover themselves. Open up new doors in life, new possibilities. Dreams. Hopes. Futures. All thought through. All crushed thanks to that one obstical. Time wasn't cherished. If they had known, they would have been together nonestop for the last few weeks Niall and Liam had together. 

Lost and insecure

You found me, you found me  

Then the news came. The one that changed everything. Niall was so upset... Just. So, so distraught. The feeling of uselessness had never been so strong to the boy as it was then.  As Liam packed his bags, half of his belongings and left to see his family, Niall held onto him tightly. Nobody really knew that that could of been their last encounter. 

Lying on the floor

Where were you where were you.

That's when he broke. When his fake smiles, his happy, supportive cover shattered. His body turned to jelly as he crumbled to the floor, cries of pain, regret. The distance was killing him... He could sense the worst. 

 Early morning, City breaks

I've been calling for years and years and years and years

He did try to continue life as if Liam was there. Sat with him. Just.... Waiting for him to come home! Everyone was kind. Was supportive. But Niall didn't want their pity... He wanted him. And that was some thing he had lost a long time ago... 

 And you never left me no messages

You never send me no letters

Closure. The one thing he knew he would never EVER get. He could have wrote a letter... Rang. Before he left, got taken away from him. Liam would have known... He had gone quiet whilst on his trip, only ringing him rarely to say "Hi.". Never to tell him when he was returning. And now he wasn't. 

You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want  

And the worst feeling? Anger. Niall James Horan was so damn angry at the whole world.  Why would such a cruel thing even be possible to happen? To take such a sweet, genuine guy when there are murderous, evil men at their disposal. On that night, Niall lost his religion. Lost his grip on life. Lost his lover. Lost his boyfriend. Lost his everything. Lost his meaning to life.

~o.O.o~

"Niall, mate? You alright?" Zayn, his bestfriend, asked- his voice hushed yet gentle. 

He shook the thoughts away. The flash-backs. And wiped the fresh batch of tears that had seeped through his eyes whilst deep in thought. Zayn, Harry and Louis where there. Along with family. They had been supporting him since Liam had left. Whilst Niall knew they where all hurting, he also knew it couldn't compare to his own pain... A loss of half of yourself does something to a person. The theft of your whole life is traumatic. And the end of a new beginning, is a fast track to the end. He looked down. Down at the candle he was holding tightly in his hand. Holding it like his life depended on it. They reached the end of the small journey. All the boys took turns at kneeling down and leaving a petite lit candle, saying a thew words. It was Nialls turn. Silently, he blew out the candle and sat it besides the head stone. The head stone said it all. 'Liam Payne. Remarkable young man, stolen from us too early. Now in the arms of greater angels, words can not desribe our miss towards the youngster. Gone, but never forgotten.' And words could not describe him. Only the memories.

Only the memories.