The stars are beautiful, but oh so far away.
My star, so far from me.
""So tell me" Harry's voice said, knocking me out of my mind. I turned my head towards him, goosebumps on my skin whether from the cold or his stare, I couldn't really tell. "What do you mean?" I smile, his eyes grazing over my skin as he shook off his jacket.
Before I could say anything he put it over my shoulders, blood rushing to my cheeks. "Thanks" I murmur, feeling better and warm. The smell of him sneaked into my nostrils, and I found myself liking it.
"I mean tell me about you, your story."
I laughed slightly and shook my head, looking down at my feet. "My story, huh?" He nodded, waiting for me to talk. "What makes you think I have an interesting story to tell, Harry?"
My eyes moved from my feet to the ground, to his shoes and up his legs, meeting his own dark green eyes. They shined beautifully under the moons light, seeming dark and mysterious, yet I found myself falling into them. They had a slight glint in them that I couldn't quite differentiate, but it stood out.
"I'm not sure, although I have a feeling you have a very interesting one.""
{Niall's Pov}
I sat in my room with my back up against the wall with my hands over my ears. I wanted him to go away. I needed him to get out of my head.
You did this... His voice whishpered in my ear. I shook my head and he laughed. You know that your the reason I'm gone. I stood to my feet and reached for the door handle opening the door leaving the room slamming the door shut behind me. I stepped back from it and felt someone's hand rest on my shoulder making me jump. I turned around seeing that it was my dad.
"Niall are you alright son?"
"H-He's not dead..." I muttered looking back at the door
"Niall we've talked about this..." He starts and I cut him off and point at the door. He pulls me into his chest and hugs me rubbing my back. I shook uncontrolably hoping that someone would listen to me.
No one ever did.