Temptations [Niall Horan]

Chapter 53

This chapter contains explicit and mature content... read at your own risk.

A week went by. On day one, I stayed in bed all day, crying until I didn't have any tears left.

On day two... I buried my face into his pillow again, inhaling the scent of his cologne. And I got mad. Mad that he was taken from me, too soon. He was supposed to graduate in only a few months, and we were supposed to get married. He was so young. Too young. And he died, because of me. In an act of rage, I picked up my phone, throwing it against the wall. It smashed into pieces.

On day three... I decided I would push everyone and everything out of my life forever. Becca had come knocking a few times, but I merely told her to go away...that I wanted to be alone.

Day four was by far the worst. I was back in class. Being back wasn't what made day four the worst though. No, the worst part was that no one talked to me. No one knew what to say to me... after all, what do you say to someone who's just lost the love of their life? That night when I came home, I did something I thought I would never do... I got drunk.

On day five, I couldn't go a minute without crying. The grief was too much to bear. Thoughts of Niall clouded my mind, so I drank even more, to drown him out.

Day six, I laid hopelessly on the floor, wishing I could end my life to be with Niall. But I was too weak to move.

And on day seven, today, I wasn't me anymore. I was nobody. I wasn't happy, I wasn't friendly, I wasn't any of the things I used to be. No, today, I was empty. I was empty, because today was the day I was going to go to the hospital, to ask which morgue they'd moved Niall's body to.

It was going to be the toughest thing I'd ever done... but I had to do it. I had to go say my goodbyes. I had to get the closure I needed to move on with my life. 

My stomach churned as I walked through the hospital doors. I hated this place. As I walked to the receptionists area, I knew I had to look like a zombie. I hadn't bathed in nearly a week, and I certainly hadn't changed my clothes. But I didn't give a damn.

"May I help you?" the receptionist asked, looking at me with concern.

"Yes," I quietly answered, "Yes, could you tell me where they moved Niall Horan? I... I'd really like to see him before they do anything to him."

She turned her attention to her computer, typing in some pieces of information before studying the monitor. "And what did you say your name was, dear?" she asked.

"Ronnie."

"Ronnie, what?"

"Horan," I blurted out. Tears pricked the back of my eyes as I spoke.

She nodded, searching the monitor. "Ah, yes. Mr. Horan left about 2 hours ago."

I nodded, swallowing back my tears. "Could you please tell me where?"

She frowned, staring up at me. "I'm sorry, it doesn't say where. I could call-"

"What do you mean it doesn't say where?! How could you not know where?!" I panicked, leaning forward over the desk.

She furrowed her brows, shaking her head. "We don't have that kind of information. We don't record where our patients go after they're-"

"Who the hell doesn't record that!? This was my last chance to see him, do you understand? My last chance to see him and say goodbye! And here you are, telling me you don't know where his body was moved to!" I cried, raising my voice.

She looked at me like I was crazy, blinking in awe. "Ma'm please, calm down! I told you I'm not sure where he went to! He was here for over 2 weeks, if you wanted to see him that badly, you should've come in here and visited him!"