A feeling of discontent settled in my stomach as I gazed at Harry. He turned to watch the boys longingly, his eyes becoming glassy with tears. I wanted so desperately to run into his arms, to tell him everything was going to be okay, no matter what was wrong. But I am not even sure of this myself, that everything truly will be okay. Inside my own heart is an acid tearing away my hope, my faith, my trust. I am not quite sure I have anything beneficial to express. All we know at moment is how we feel, and how we feel is broken. We are broken.

It was the year 2009 when Niall was forcefully dragged out of the hospital room in tears, knowing he would never see his best friend again. She died with cancer at age 17... Or at least that's what everyone including the other lads of One Direction made Niall believe. ~UPDATES ON SATURDAYS [Hawaii Time]