My thoughts are clouded and my head aches like it has been stabbed multiple times. I can barely breath through the dark fabric, much less see what is going on; but I can hear voices, voices I have never heard before in my life and that just leaves me more terrified than I already am. I can't distinguish a single thing of what they are saying because I haven't fully recovered from the trauma on my head; I think they hit me with bat or something, it was hard enough to knock me out instantly, or maybe I'm just that weak. Anyway, I have no idea where I am or who are these people. They sound on edge, all shouting with each other, until all of a sudden the room goes quite and it stays that way for a few seconds. Then I hear footsteps nearing me and I can sense that someone is right in front of me. I try to recoil, but I'm backing against the wall, and with my hands and feet tied up, there's not much I can do. They lift the black cloth from over my head carefully. And that's when I see him.

Evie Jones was seemingly in tact. Her life was a representation of perfection. Niall Horan was seemingly self-assured. His life a representation of indifference. On the outside, they were ideal; in no way flawed. But that was the outside- A mirage of falsity. Evie and Niall were platonic. An innocent friendship between two neighbours. But what happens when the outside walls begin to crumble and their built up perfections vanish? Will they step away? Or will they find love and stay? Niall Horan AU - this is fiction. *NOT TRANSLATING* This story will deal with issues that may cause personal triggers - depression, anxiety, and other mental disorders. If you struggle with any of these things, don't hesitate to talk to someone (a professional). You are loved and have a purpose.