Danielle 'Where do broken hearts go'

Danielle 'Where do broken hearts go'

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She felt the tears roll down her eyes, looking down she saw her two children, she had his eyes, he had his smile. But today, the smile was gone, they watched the casket slowly go deep down into the earth, they said their last goodbyes. Danielle woke up gasping for air, her eyes welled with tears, she felt a movement beside her, "Babe, what's wrong?" Niall's husky and tired voice relieved her into more tears. "Bad dream, it's okay." Danielle replied, Niall moved closer to her and pulled her in while giving her a kiss, "Get some sleep beautiful." Niall felt the sharp pain again as Dani slowly fell to sleep, when she was finally out, he got up and turned on the bathroom light; looking into the mirror he realized how pale he was beginning to look, his eyes were cloudy and his fever still hadn't gone away, physical signs were showing, how long could he keep the secret away from Danielle?
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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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