Cliffs, Roses and History (One Direction)

I walked with a rose in my hand like I did every Sunday, into the forest against the clips and the ocean.  I saw the clips in front of me and the ocean lied there as grey as the sky. It was a cold and cloudy summer day, a typical day in England. I loved to sit here, it was never anyone else out here, but today was unlike the other days. I felt my breath thicken in worry and my heart speed up when I saw the blond boy on the edge of the cliffs. I knew what he was about to do, this was a place way to many depressed people had jumped. The reason was simple, it was never anyone else out here, and the currents would drag you far out and down so nobody would stumble over a dead body.

The boy stood and tilted on the edge, he hadn’t seen me yet. He stood there, looking for a reason to walk back, a reason to live, but it didn’t seem like he found one, because he just stood there staring down into the deep, without fear of falling. I felt a tear roll down my cheek, this time I wouldn’t come too late, I just couldn’t.  I sprinted the 30 feet between me and the blond boy fast. The tears ran faster and faster down my face, and I closed my fingers around his wrist. “Don’t” I whispered tearfully.

I didn’t knew the boy, but I knew somebody did, that somebody would feel the pain if he jumped. He turned slowly around, but he was still dangerously close to the edge. He showed me a pair of tear full, red eyes. A couple of eyes full of grief, pain and sorrow. I recognized the boy immediately. In every other setting I would have jumped, danced and cried in happiness, but it was nothing making me feel like doing that now. The boy in front of me was 18 years old, born September the 13th 1993 in Mullingar, Ireland. He was known for being happy, his laugh and being optimistic. He had inspired millions of girls, he could almost get every teenager girl to scream of happiness just by following them on twitter, and his name was Niall Horan.

I saw that he had planned, thought, reconsidered and thought even more. This wasn’t something impulsive, his life had sent him here. I would give him the chance to reconsider one more time. Or cross that out, I would send him to every psychologist in the world.

I drew him closer to me, away from the edge, and back the 30 feet I ran just seconds ago. I held him close to me while he was sobbing into my shoulder. He collapsed in my arms, and I sat down with him on my lap. “Don’t do it” I mumbled quiet.

He cried and cried. He cried to he was empty. He cried through a rain shower, some sun, and a couple of hours before he fell asleep in my arms.

He didn’t look like the lad I had seen so many times jumping around on the stage, or laughing his ass of in interviews, this was a small and depressed version of Niall. I sat up against the tree trunk, looking at the horizon. At the moment, I couldn’t find it, the sky and the ocean had the exact same color. It was grey, millions of different grey colors. I used to sit here after I had let the rose go into the ocean, and I used to feel empty as I saw the rose fall feet after feet down there. 163 feet to be exact. But today I had a weird combination of happiness and sadness. Happiness because I saved a guy. I saved a guy from jumping. Sadness because it only proved that it was always someone out there, someone who just couldn’t take it anymore.

Niall was exhausted, and I didn’t see the point by sitting out here the whole night through. I let Niall carefully down on the grass, didn’t really see the point by waking him up either, and I stood up, picked him up, and carried him the 30 minutes long walk back to my car. This was the time I was happy I had used so many hours at the gym the last 6 months.

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I sat and looked at Niall, he was asleep in the guest bed. He was curled up to a ball, and looked like a little kid. I had thought that the first time I met Niall Horan, The Niall Horan, I wouldn’t be able to talk, just sit there staring. Nothing was like I expected it, because this wreck in front of me wasn’t a superstar, he was just a person, a depressed and tired person. I looked over at the clock at the bedside, 9 pm. Niall had been asleep since 5 pm out in the forest, so it wasn’t sure that he would sleep the whole night through, although it was absolutely possible. I decided to fetch my duvet and go to sleep right on the inside of the door. When he wakes up now, unsure of where he is, and what to do, he would have to wake me up. No way out. Poor Nialler.

I wouldn’t sit and see another life being destroyed, I was done doing that.

Yes, I know the main person haven't got a name or a story yet, but it's coming. 

This is my first story on Wattpad, actually it is my first story if school doesn't count. Hope you liked it, and please comment or something. English isn't my first language, so let me know where I have written wrong, and I'll try to do better ;)

-Caro xx