'Till Death Do Us Part {Trilogy to TPL and LTF}

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

~ Nina ~

It's been almost 15 minutes now and Niall has shown no signs of life.

I'm slowly giving up on this and I can tell Harry is too.

As much as I don't want to say it, I don't think Niall can be saved.

My husband, gone.

The man who saved me and helped me live, gone.

He's never coming back to me.

I'll never feel his arms around me again.

I'll never hear his raspy morning voice again.

I'll never hear his laugh again.

I'll never hear him say he loves me again.

I'll never feel his warm lips on my body again.

Never.

He's gone.

He was too young.

He never even got the kids he wanted.

We never got to say goodbye.

He's gone and there's nothing I can do about it.

"You promised me, Niall." I said, barely above a whisper. "You promised me you wouldn't leave me right yet. I know you're still there because you wouldn't lie to me. You promised me Niall. You promised."

This is my worst nightmare.

I placed my hand on Harry's shoulder lightly, and he went for one more try.

I knew it wasn't going to work but one last breath was pumped into Niall anyways as Harry pulled away.

"Nina, I'm so sorry." He said, looking up at me.

"Harry." I cried and collapsed into his arms.

"It's okay, you're going to get through this. We're going to get through this." He soothed me, rubbing my back.

By the crack in his voice when he talked, I could tell he was crying too.

I don't blame him.

Niall was like his brother.

"He's gone. My Niall is gone." I sobbed.

"He's in a better place now." Harry said.

I wasn't sure if he was trying to convince me that Niall was in a better place, or himself.

My thoughts were disrupted by a sharp intake of breath and my head snapped towards Niall.

His eyes were barely open and his chest moved quickly, trying to get air back into his lungs.

"Niall!" I exclaimed and threw myself onto him.

He wrapped his arms around me slightly and I cried into his chest.

"Your heart stopped. You were dead. You left me." I sobbed.

"It's okay, shhh, I'm here now. I'll never leave you again." He said in a raspy voice.

He's the only person I know that would be dead, and then be revived, and try to comfort others instead of himself.

"Niall, oh my god. I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, princess."

"We've got to get you to a hospital." I realized.

That's when I also realized that Niall couldn't walk.

"Harry, I can't carry him." I said.

"It's okay, I've got him." He said.

I crawled off of Niall and got out of the way.

Harry gently put Niall over his shoulder as my husband groaned in pain.

The fire was becoming bigger now, it was only a matter of time until the flames would spread to us.

We had to get out of here quickly.

Firefighters were starting to fill in the building now and it killed me to see all the dead or unconscious bodies.

That could be Niall in a short amount of time if we don't get him to the hospital.

Once we got out, ambulances flooded the scene and cops held back sobbing people who most likely had a loved one in that building.

I felt so bad for them, even if I don't know them, I feel bad because I know it's hard to lose someone you love.

Nick is the reason behind all of this.

He has to be; how else would he have known that there was going to be a bomb going off right where Niall was at the exact time?

Besides, I thought he was in jail.

Did he escape?

He's not out on parole again, is he?

I don't see any other explanation other than that and he may have a friend who did it for him.

I swear, if he's got more friends out to get me and my family, I will lose it.

Niall was placed on a stretcher and rolled over to an ambulance by a paramedic, myself next to him, holding his hand.

While I ran alongside him, Harry went off to the side, answering a call I'm sure was from one of the guys.

This explosion is probably all over the news right now and I'm sure the boys heard it and knew Niall was there.

What if Nick had never told me his plan?

What if Harry never answered my call?

Niall would still be in there, dead.

Nobody would've been able to save him.

I know Niall is so weak right now and there's a chance that he might not make it, but I can't think about that.

Happy, positive thoughts are only being spread right now.

"You're going to be okay, Niall. It's going to be okay." I assured him.

"Nina, I need you." He said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm right here, honey. You're going to be okay." I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Don't cry, I'm right here." He smiled weakly.

I ran my hand over his forehead and my fingers combed through his hair.

"Don't leave me."

My lips were pressed to his forehead over and over again.

"I won't, baby girl."

The paramedics lifted Niall into the back of the ambulance and I went to go climb in until I was pulled back lightly.

"I can't let you be in there. We need to work quickly on him." A guy told me.

I know that Niall's state is bad so I didn't bother arguing with the guy.

I can't be in the way of Niall's life or death situation.

It's only a small time apart, Harry will just drive me and we'll see Niall at the hospital.

"Stay strong for me. I love you." I told Niall.

"I will. Just for you. I love you, baby. More than anything. You are my world." He said before the doors to the ambulance were closed and it drove away, carrying the man I love the most.