Dont Forget Me [Niall Horan] ON HOLD

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"Amy, why do you always wear the wedding gown?" Asked Niall.

"I would wear it after surgery, and I just never felt like taking it off...but my clothes are in that little drawer, with the basket on top of it."

Niall sat down next to me, his chemotherapy drip following him.

I remember his face when they insert the needle into his arm.

"Your really pretty Amy, what was the color of your hair?"

"Brown, it was a kinda reddish brown, I had curly hair, it was long too" I said.

"Then it all fell off...."

"No first I had cut my hair and donated it to cancer and stuff, then I let it fall off..."

Niall sighed. "I wish I could go out and sing...".

"You'll be fine Niall, you'll recover and join One Direction again" I said.

Niall smiled. "But what about you?"

"Don't you worry about me..."

We had our moment of silence until I stood up and grabbed my guitar.

"Can I sing for you?" I asked.

"Of course! You play guitar?"

"Yeah...I always wanted this guitar since the first time I saw it, but I couldn't just ask Melody for it you know" I said.

I started strumming the guitar.

"Make a wish on our sorry little hearts

Have a smoke, pour a drink, steal a kiss in the dark

Fingernails on my skin like the teeth of a shark

I'm intoxicated by the lie

In the chill of your stare I am painfully lost

Like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus

For the thrill of your touch I will shamefully lust

As you tell me we're nothing but trouble

Heart's on fire tonight

Feel my bones ignite

Feels like war, war

Feels like war, war

Heart's on fire tonight

Feel my bones ignite

Feels like war, war

Feels like war, war

We go together or we don't go down at all

We go together or we don't go down at all

We go together or we don't go down at all, whoa

Fail-safe trigger, lock-down call

Wipe the dry clean-slate, quick, sound the alarm

No escape from the truth and the weight of it all

I am caught in the web of a lie

And the bitch of it all is that I'm running from

The desire of the people to whom I belong

At the end of the day you can tell me I'm wrong

'Cause you went to all of this trouble