Remembering His Love // nh // complete

Remembering His Love // nh // complete

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{ COMPLETED } I gave everything to him. Then, two years ago, he left me for his music. I loved him, he loved me. Now, I still love Niall Horan with every fiber in my being, but I also hate him with every fiber in my being. I gave him everything I could. My love, my mind, my life, and my heart. Apparently that, 5 years of friendship, and 3 years of dating meant nothing to him, and he left me with nothing but a broken heart and a goodbye note. Ever since, I haven't been the same. I'm broken and shattered, and it's all because of him. Even after all that he did to me, all that breaking and shattering, I still love him with all of my heart. But I hate him, too. I hate him so, so much for loving me, and then leaving me. The one thing that kept me going was that he promised he would come back for me. He didn't.
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WARNING: This fanfic may be triggering. He was the one; I didn't realize it till now...till he was gone. My best friend Niall Horan has always been the smiley, laughing, care free kind of guy, but then I noticed something about him. Scars started to appear on his arms, more and more every week. And I noticed that the funny, care free boy I used to know, changed. His smile started to fade, and he did along with it. I did manage to help him, for a while he was clean. But he still wasn't happy. I never asked why he did it; I thought it was too personal. But I always wondered why? Why would he do that to himself? He was so handsome, and funny, I would even say perfect. And it wasn't until now, that I noticed how much I really loved him. I did anything for him, I got anything for him, I just wanted to see my friend happy again. The crazy thing was, he needed me to be there for him, but in reality I needed him to help me. I guess it wasn't enough, because one day everything in my life changed. This is the story of how I lost my best friend and the first boy I've loved. -end of prologue-

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