Life And Death ★One Direction Short Story☆

❝I ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ ғᴀɴs, ᴛᴏ ғʟᴀsʜɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʙʟɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ sᴇᴛs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs. Tʜᴇ ᴅɪᴍɴᴇss ᴏғ ᴄʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, ʀᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ, ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏ ʙʏᴇ sᴏ ǫᴜɪᴛ
......Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴅᴀʏ. I ʜᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ, I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏsᴇʀ......I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴛᴏ ғʟᴀsʜ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇ......I ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ʙʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅs......I ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ.❞


1. Prologue




I puffed my last breath and sang the last words of 'Truly Madly Deeply'...... Screams bolted throughout the arena, but it couldn't do anything, but pleasure me. Four other legends grasp onto each other's waist, as if it looked like it were to conjoined as one. Niall corners turned, but grew further noticing it pressing his rosy Irish cheeks up. He stood there in amusement, he could barely make a sound and when he could, it was harsh and hollow.

"Thank you for coming, we had a blast performing for you guys, hope you could cherish this day." Louis prim British accent was soothing, receiving applause by swarm of fans inclining are heads swooping for a proper bow. I fooled the public by camouflaging the smile of regret, sadness- Something was hurting me. My pride soon came before I started falling apart.

The lights grew weaker, dimming down to a never ending darkness, implying a total absence of light. The boys dart to a corner, I took my time striding over. "Harry you alright mate." Zayn swiftly rubs circles on my back, relieving my tension therefore making me feel relaxed. His words weren't specific, it was difficult for me to pronounce each word that slipped out of his mouth from roaring fans. 

"Huh? Yeah, just need some fresh air." Dragging my legs, shuffling them at one place to another. Zayn keeping track of every step I go, paranoid at his touch. "Alone?" I continuously continue my sentence, sounding farly harsh. He looked down with criticize, regrading what he had done.

"Sorry lad, yep." His words weren't irrelevant to me, Gail force winds whipped past my blushing cheeks. Little balls of joy damp among my olive skin, shivering. Every inch of my body was draped in a blanket with hello kitty drawn on it, not one single skin was discovered. 

I dug around in my pockets for a good whole minute before dragging out a fag and lighter, I lit it and took a long drag. I blew the cloud of smoke into the air, where people inhale oxygen. I puffed another, and another until further notice I was out of breath. Flicking the cigarette butt into the gutter walking at the edge of the roof top. The cars that stood out from my vision shifted up and down, protecting my stomach from vomiting. 

I stepped further where half my foot dangled from the edge, here I go 1 ...... 2 ..... 3. I sprang clear of the ground, where the wind held my support. 


My worthless life was over .....


I was done for.




 I know what your saying, short but I don't care. It was hard, and well I was rushing through it. Please mange with me. So this is my new short story. You like it or hate it, please let me know in the comments below. This story might be only four to seven chapters long. Is that still called a short story. Anyway thank you for taking your time and reading this, I love you guys so much.  And remember 



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