Two-thirds of my life is dark, black, in fact, I don't remember anything from six years ago and past. I don't think the world hates me because I can't remember anything from my childhood, no, I don't blame anyone. Maybe because what you don't know can't hurt you, right? It's my fault; I know it is even if they don't blame me. So, I deserve this right? I deserve being tortured like this. I should keep my guard up, I should, and I will never put it down, ever again. I am satisfied with my life until he came, I know I have no right to act like this because it's not his fault, no; he has no fault at all. All he does is save me, but I know that I can never give what he wants, which makes me frustrated and guilty. He should leave, now. I just love him, no matter what. (This story is being edited, but the new chapters are still typewritten via phone so yeah, you can point out the mistakes, thanks! Enjoy!)
where Harry is depressed and Niall saves his life
*warning: I wrote this when I was about 13 and it's very bad. I'm currently editing this but it'll take some time, it's that bad*