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"Niall, you have Napalda Komodia."
"Napalda Komodia? What is that?" Niall's mother asked, placing her hand on top of her son's thigh.
"It's an extremely rare heart disease that children around Niall's age get, it's incurable and he has around ten years to live. I'm incredibly sorry."
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I don't like to be lonely, it kills me, even though I'm already dying. I don't want to be in a relationship, so I settle for one night stands. If I were to be in a relationship, I'd just hurt the person I love by dying, and I can't do that.
Harry was just another one of my one night stands. He knew me, but I didn't know him. He was already in love with me, which is the strange thing. But I was hoping it'd kill me before I fell in love with him, too.
My name is Niall Horan. I was diagnosed with a deadly disease at the age twelve. The doctor told me I had Ten Years to Live. I met Harry when I was twenty-one. Oops.
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