Love At First Sight

Rachel was a normal 16 year old girl, her life was perfect. She had everything she could have possibly asked for; a boyfriend, a best friend, and and awesome dad. Then everything changed with the blink of an eye when an incident that happened 2 years ago come back to haunt her.


14. 2 Little Angels

Hannah’s P.O.V.

“Harry, I think Niall’s having a bad dream.”

“No, no you can’t just leave me.” Niall murmured. “Please, you can’t die.”

“Yeah, I think he is. Let’s wake him up.” I nodded and walked over him shaking him slightly.

“Niall? Niall, come on.” I said quietly.

“What are you talking about?” A tear ran down his cheek.

“Niall wake up,” I said shaking him harder. He jolted up disoriented.

“What the hell?” Confusion was written all over his face.

“You were having a bad dream mate,” Harry said.

“That’s the understatement of the year,” he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “How did you know anyway?”

“Well considering you were screaming about Rachel dying, we just took a wild guess.”

I heard screaming down the hall, I looked up to see Emmet running- well, limping from a bullet wound- towards us with a gun. Harry grabbed me and used himself as a shield, while Niall protected Rachel. “Are you Niall?” he asked pointing the gun to at Niall’s chest. I couldn’t do anything but stand there and fist at the back of Harry’s shirt.

“Y-Yeah?” Niall stuttered, I don’t blame him.

“My names Emmet, I’ve been informed you’re dating my girl.” Oh no, he’s jealous.


 jealous.dered, i nd there  my ing about Rachel dying, we just took a wild guess."dly f context; she sid that she'“You realize you put ‘your girl’ in the hospital?” Niall spat back.

“Niall, don’t argue.” I whispered but I doubt he heard it.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he smirked. I grip Harry’s shirt tighter, fighting to keep my sobs silent. I peeked around Harry’s arm and saw 3 cops run down the hall towards us, but I knew they wouldn’t make it in time. “Stay away from her,” Emmet shot Niall just before one of the guards tackled him to the ground. A sob escaped my lips at the sight. Harry turned around and pulled me to his chest while Doctors piled into the room.

I couldn’t control my sobs, why is this happening? First my best friend gets stabbed and dies once, and now her boyfriend just got shot by the same guy. I looked up at Harry only to find him staring at me with red, puffy eyes. The site of Harry crying made me cry harder; if he was scared then it was bad. He pulled me into his chest once more and buried his face in my hair. “I-I don’t think- I’ve ever -cried this much- in my life,” I sad between sobs as they pulled Niall away on a gurney.

“Me either,” he admitted. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” he kissed my hair. I pulled back just enough so I could see his face and I pressed my lips to his for a long, sweet moment. I pulled away and continued to sob into his chest.

“Excuse me; is there anyone else we should call for Niall Horan?” The receptionist asked.

“Yeah I’ll call his mum,” Harry said getting out his phone. “I’ll be right back, okay?” I nodded before he kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. I sat down in a chair, tears still flowing freely, and I was suddenly exhausted. I’ll just rest my eyes until Harry gets back, now is not the time to sleep. I let my eyelids fall and rested my head back against the chair.


2 weeks later

Niall’s P.O.V

It’s been 2 weeks; 2 weeks since I was shot. 2 weeks since the love of my life was nearly killed by her psychotic ex-boyfriend. 3 days since I woke up. And 1 week since Rachel was supposed to wake up. The doctors tried to wake her up since she was just in a medically induced coma, but nothing was working.

Nothing matters anymore. Even though it’s bright and sunny outside, it’s still cold and dark. Rachel was my sunshine; she was my world. I cannot live without her. And now I will never see that sunshine again. Her dad came back yesterday, informing us he was allowed the rest of the year off. When I asked why, I wished I hadn’t. He thinks that Rachel is suffering; and he wants to end it. I, of course, objected saying she’s a fighter; she’ll pull through. But as I stand there watching her shallow breathing, I begin to doubt myself.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and out of the corner of my eye I see Harry. “It’s time” he speaks, but I don’t hear him. The only thing I hear is the sound of my heart breaking. I hear him sigh, but I still don’t move from my chair beside the most beautiful angel I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s so noble, so brave. If I were in her situation, I don’t think I would have saved Aiden. I would have gladly left him, he betrayed her. But I know it really isn’t his fault. It’s that douchebags fault; Emmet. Who is now spending the rest of his happy life, rotting in a cell. Personally, I would like to see him dead, he did this to her. He did this to me. He’s the reason my girlfriend is dying today. He’s the reason I will never be happy again. I don’t know how much more I can take of this. I don’t feel alive. I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t even talk. I don’t see a point anymore. Hannah and Harry try to be there for me, but I just shut them out. It’s selfish, but I want them out of my life. They remind me too much of her and I can’t bear to think of her. It’s slowly killing me. And after she dies, I plan to join her.

“Niall?” I don’t answer. All I can do is watch as the doctor begins to unplug her life source. I don’t look anywhere but Rachel. Even now, she still looks beautiful. If I concentrate hard enough, it’s almost like she’s sleeping. I let my eyes roam over her peaceful face, relishing in her beauty. I play with her long, slim fingers, hoping that by some miracle she’ll squeeze my hand. I train my eyes on her chest; her breathing is slower now. In just a few seconds, she will be gone from my world. I want to leave, I want to run, but I can’t. I owe it to her to be here; it’s what she would want. Slowly, her breathing decreases until it finally stops. I still hold her hand, not moving. Faintly, I hear sobs; probably from the others. But I do not cry. I sit there, lifeless, unable to shed a tear. I want to cry, to scream, to shout. But I am immobile. I hear someone calling my name repeatedly, shaking me. But I pay no mind because it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters anymore. My reason of existence is gone. So what’s the point?

I hear screaming now, shouting, and so much noise. But I barley hear it. Because I am already dead.


Hannah’s P.O.V

Dear Hannah&Harry

First and foremost, I am truly sorry. I do not expect you to understand my actions, but I hope you can forgive me. I love you both. So much. Promise me something? Promise me that you will get married, have beautiful children and never shed another tear. Harry, promise me you will continue with your music as we planned? Hannah, if he doesn’t want to give him a good punch for me, ya? I hate myself right now for making you so sad because even though I said no tears, I know you’re crying right now. And I am sorry, again. But I cannot do it. I can’t live without her, I feel dead already. I want you to know that this has nothing to do with you. In fact, you two were one of the reasons I had doubts about this. But as I thought about it, the more confident I became. I mean, I can be with Rachel again, isn’t that fantastic? That’s all I want. I hope you don’t hate me now, but I love you guys. Always will. Promise me to spoil your grandkids for me? Promise me to just be happy. And promise me you’ll never forget me. I know you won’t forget Rachel because I mean, who could forget her? Keep my promises and I promise I will always be with you, every step of the way.

Forever young,


As I read the note the police found next to Niall’s body, I was sobbing uncontrollably. How could this happen? What did I do to deserve this? What did Harry do? Or Niall and Rachel? None of us deserved this. We all deserved to live long, happy lives with each other. I wanted to have kids and let them play with Rachel’s children in our back yard; I wanted to be a second mom to Rachel’s kids, a second grandmother to her grandchildren. Now my kids will play alone, my grandchildren will only have me, and I can’t spoil Rachel’s like I wanted. I had everything planned out. “What did we do to deserve this?” I sobbed in Harry's chest.

For a while, he didn’t say anything. As I was about to ask again, he spoke. “We didn’t do anything. We’re going to be okay.” he tried to be strong, but I could tell he was breaking by the cracking in his voice. I held on to him tighter, afraid to lose him too.

“I can’t take much more of this Harry.” My face was pulled up to stare into Harry’s intense, and angry, green eyes.

“Don’t you ever say that again, you hear me? You are strong, and you have me. I will always be here for you. We are going to live happily fucking ever after, just like Niall asked us to. You will walk down the aisle, and stealing every man’s breath away in the process. I will take you on a surprise honeymoon where we will have the best 2 weeks of our lives. Shortly after we will start a family and have beautiful children who look just like their mother. They will grow up, go to college, and we will be as old as dirt. I’ll buy us rocking chairs for the porch and hold your frail hand while we’re sipping tea, star gazing. We are going to be happy.” At the end of his speech I was no longer crying of sadness, but of happiness. I searched his eyes, for what I don’t know, and only found joy.

“You seem so confident I’ll marry you.” I joked, laughing a bit. It felt good, but I feel guilty that I’m laughing when two of my friends just died.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, noticing my change in mood. I looked down at my fingers, avoiding his gaze.

“I feel guilty about laughing,” I murmured. Harry lifted my chin up with his thumb and forefinger, before planting a sweet kiss on my forehead.

“Do you remember what we promised Niall? He asked us to promise him to be happy, he would be happy if he knew that you are laughing right now. He even gave a you a free pass to punch me if I don’t follow my music career.” I laughed a little at that. He was right, I should be happy. I shouldn’t be mopping around; that’s what Niall did and now he’s gone forever. I can’t leave Harry like that, physically or mentally, he’s lost so much already.

I looked up at him and smiled. “I’ll make you a deal. If you carry on with your music, I promise to try and be happy. Some days I will still cry and mourn, but it’s inevitable. How do you not miss someone who was so amazing?”

“You’re right, and you have a deal. For right now we are only allowed two days a week to cry all day, stay home, watch sad movies, and eat our weight in ice cream. Eventually we’ll decrease it to once a week, then to none at all.” I thought about his proposition for a minute. Am I strong enough to do this? can I really only cry twice a week right now? I’m so sad, it seems impossible. But as I stare into Harry’s love filled eyes, I knew the answer. If I was alone, I wouldn’t be able to, but I have my rock.

“Deal, but we never forget them okay?”




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