Downfall [Punk Niall Horan]

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a/n : so sorry for being gone so long but I'm determined to finish this book very soon despite what all is going on in my life. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, please vote, comment, and share! all the love xx (also another update will be coming very soon!!)

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Tylie's POV

It felt like a part of me was missing now.

How could one feel so hollow just after giving birth to something so precious and fragile? I looked down at my now flat stomach, then back to the little human sleeping soundly in a little enclosed bed that the nurses had put her in. Mindlessly, I watched them wheel her out and into the nursery while I tried to grasp a straw at why I felt so horrible. I just gave birth. And Niall was so happy, so why wasn't I?

I blinked slowly as I just stared at the corner where my daughter had vacated when I remembered Harry. Harry. He had woken up moments before I gave birth and I was rushed away from him when he was all I wanted right now. I didn't want anything else in the moment but to see if he was alright. I just needed some spark of feeling ignited in the cold pits of what was my body right now.

For what felt like the millionth time in my life I ripped the IV's and heart monitors off my body, but this time I remembered to cut off the monitor before it could blare and alert everyone of my leaving. Niall was asleep on the couch, because he fell asleep while watching his daughter toss and turn and squeeze her little eyes closed. As for me, sleep was the last thing I wanted ever. After I got all of the patches and needles off and out of my body I swung my feet over the bed and lightly pressed them to the floor.

I peered over at Niall to make sure he was still fast asleep, and when I saw that he was, I pushed myself off the bed quietly and padded towards the door that led to the hallway. As quietly as I could, I opened up the door and cursed it in my mind when it decided to creak. Once the door was open just enough where I could get out, I peered into the hallway to make sure no one would see me because apparently I wasn't supposed to get up without warning someone.

Once I found the hallway was clear, my new task was to find what room Harry was in. And I figured the best place to start was his old room that he was in when he first woke up though I was almost positive that he wasn't there. So I padded quietly across the hallway, making sure to check over my shoulder every once in a while, but to my advantage the hospital seemed to be a ghost town.

Finally, after what seemed like a millennia, I made it to the last room that I saw Harry in. A knot kept growing and growing in my stomach to the point where I thought I was pregnant again, and it only grew even more as I raised my shaky hand to push open the already cracked door. I gulped in a deep breath, pushed it out, then slowly pushed open the door with my eyes screwed shut. Another deep breath shot into my lungs as I opened my eyes and looked around the room. It was empty, except for a janitor mopping the floors with his headphones in, completely oblivious to me.

Without even thinking about it, I bounded up behind him and pushed him into the nearby wall with a strength I didn't know I possessed, throwing my hand over his mouth when he tried to yell for help. I felt bad, but not bad enough that I stopped. This man probably thought I had escaped from the psych ward, which I kind of did. I ripped the headphones from his ears and let them drop on the wet floor. "Where is the patient that was in this room?" I gritted, pushing him further up the wall when he shook his head. "Where is he?!" I almost yelled, then he pointed to my hand and I realized he couldn't speak with my hand over his mouth.

I pulled my hand back and looked at him with narrow eyes, daring him to scream. "He's.... in.. room 246," he wheezed, grabbing his stomach. I backed away with a nod of my head. "I'm sorry for scaring you. Please don't tell anyone that I was here. I'm sorry," I whispered lowly, backing away and out of the room, closing the door behind me.