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Chapter 24
Nialls POV
Today's the day I think to myself as I open my eyes to the light of the morning. Today's the day where I plan on telling Harry that I want to marry him. I've always wanted to tell him but it was never the right time. I assume that when we go to an interview to clear up the whole video thing I can finally purpose. I roll over and open my eyes to look at Harry. I open my eyes and see an empty spot beside me. I sit up and look around. The room is empty. There's nothing left except an envelope on Harry's pillow. I don't even want to know what's inside. Honestly, Harry thinks I'm hard to deal with. He should try hanging out with himself sometime. He's like a hormonal woman. He cries and screams and sulks. He thinks that he lives in some sort of soap opera. It's like he thinks reality is a sappy novel or rom com. He thinks that he'll leave and I'll realize my feelings and stop him at the train station and kiss him in the rain. But in reality he probably thought he could fix this so he left me a goodbye and thinks everything will be fine and dandy. Because you know, he's Harry Styles and he can do anything and get away Scot-free. I sigh and reach for the envelope. I open it and find a note and a USB. I unfold the note and prepare for the Harryness that it will hold.
'My Lovely Niall,' it starts in perfect cursive letters. Oh here we go. I'm already dragged into the world of Nicholas Sparks. I continue reading.
'I apologize in advance for what I'm about to do. I love you with all my heart. You’re my everything. Don't think that this is a stupid or naive thing to do because I've thought it over hundreds if times. I just want to be able to share our love with the world. I know that the world will always be against our love simply because of who we are but I'm ready to accept that. Alls I want is for the world to know me for being me, and not the man that I'm portrayed as in the media. I know I should have included you in this but I didn't. Don't think of this as me betraying you or not loving you because it's the opposite of that. I'm leaving because this is what's best for both of us. We'll take a break and see what happens. By this I don’t mean we have to see other people I'm saying that we should just be apart until some things get fixed. When things settle down it will be better. I don't know what’s going to happen to us but we'll find out. I've left the ship and am taking a plane to another destination. No one else knows except you. Tell the lads what you want. You'll be better off without me for a while. I love you with all my heart Ni.
Love Harry Horan-Styles xx'
I place the letter aside and pull out the USB. It's as simple as that.
Harry's gone.
I pull over my laptop and plug it into the side. I click on it and a video of Harry pops up. I roll my eyes and click play. His face is in front of his laptop screen and he's sitting in the living room.
"Hey Ni its me! I just wanted to sing you one last song before I leave. So you'll always have this song when I'm not here." He stops talking and pulls out my guitar. Not again with my precious guitar! He adjusts the camera and starts to sing.
I wish I was strong enough To lift not one but both us
Someday I will be strong enough To lift not one but both of us
I automatically smile as soon as he starts to sing. What he doesn't understand is that he's already strong enough. He just let's complete strangers knock down his walls too easily.
Ever thought about losing it?
When your money is all gone and you lose your whip
You might lose your grip
When the landlord tell you that you're due for rent
And the grass so green on the other side
Make a nigga wanna run straight through the fence
Open up the fridge about 200 times
But still can't find no food in it
That's foolishness
And sometimes I wonder
All we care so much about the way we look
And the way we talk, and the way we act
And the clothes we bought, how much that cost?
Does it even really matter?
Cuz if life is an uphill battle,
We all try to climb on the same old ladder
In the same boat with the same old paddle
Why so shallow, I'm just asking
What's the pattern to the madness?
Everybody in a #1 draft pick
Most of us aint Hollywood actors
But if it's all for one, and one for all
Then maybe one day we all can ball
Do it one time for the underdogs
Sincerely yours, from one of y'all
Why does he always have to pull these little stunts? My poor Hazza is just hurting himself more by thinking that it's his fault. He scares me. He won't let anyone accept him for who he is. He always needs to prove himself.
I wish I was strong enough To lift not one but both us
Someday I will be strong enough To lift not one but both of us
I can feel your pain,
I can feel your struggle
You just want to live
But everything so low,
That you can drown in the puddle
That's why I gotta hold us up
Yeah hold us up
For all the times no one ever spoke for us
So every single time that they play this song
You can say that, "that's what Bobby Ray wrote for us"
When his eyes get too high
And the sea up underneath get so deep
And you feel like you're just another person
Getting lost in the crowd
Way up high in the nosebleeds
Because we've both been there
Yeah both of us
But we still stand tall
With our shoulders up
And even though we always against the odds
These are the things that have molded us
And if life hadn't chosen us
Sometimes I wonder
Where I would have wound up
Cuz if it was up to me
I would make a new blueprint
Then build it from the ground up
Hey, but if its all for one
And One for all
Then maybe one day
We all could ball
Do it one time for the underdogs
From Bobby Ray to all of y'all
I wish I was strong enough To lift not one but both us
Someday I will be strong enough

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Larry? I think you mean Narry.
Teen FictionHarry Edward Styles + Niall James Horan = Narry Storan, god i feel like a 14 year old girl, but i do like the sound of that, Narry? Hmm, If only Niall James Horan knew how much I, Harry Edward Styles, was in love with him. Would things change? would...