Punk'd [Punk Niall]

He threatened to murder them. My family. The only way to save them, was to leave the band. So I left my life of luxury to save them. I faked suicide for my family.Now everyone thinks I'm dead. My family, friends, the band, the fans, everyone.They put me on the streets of rainy Seattle with nothing but a duffel bag with extra clothes. They put me in a gang living in the shadows. I went from the happy and sweet Niall everyone knew to the punk with too many tattoos living in the alleyways.

I am Niall James Horan, and I am a punk.

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Niall's POV

"Leave now."

I re-read the note about a million times before letting the first tear fall out since I received the threat. I sighed and picked the green and grey duffel off my bed. i walked out of the room, silently shutting the door. I walked down the hallway, shining the flashlight beam on the framed pictures hanging on the walls. More tears poured out as I looked at the X-Factor days, our first album release, getting signed, our families, and Madison Square Garden. I had a flashback about the threat given to me.

~Flashback~

I walked in the house after a long photo shoot.

"I'm so tiered! That shoot was so long" I exclaimed. I heard a chorus of agreeing groans.

"I'm going to go take a nap" I said, standing up to go to my room.

I reached my room to find a note that lay on my pillow. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and picked up the crumpled piece of paper.

Dear Niall,

Hello sweet little Niall. You will follow my orders if you want your family to live. i am holding them hostage in a secret location. And if you step out of line, they are all dead. But you can prevent this by doing as I say. Leave the band. Fake suicide. I will take you to Seattle to join a gang that wants you. We will get you tattoos and piercings while we are there. You will be dropped off in an ally where your new 'family' will be awaiting your arrival. We leave in three days. And remember, you re your familys only hope for survival. Have a nice three days. -Anonomus

Three days left with them. With Liam, zayn, Harry, and Louis. With my life.

~end of flashback~

Now, here I am, leaving the band to save my family. I grabbed a piece of paper from the printer and a pen, preparing to write my 'suicide letter'. I sat down at my desk and poured my feelings onto the paper. Warm tears fell as I continued to write it. When I had finished, the paper was dotted with wet spots and had my handwriting on it. I read it over to make sure it was believable.

Satisfied, I walked downstairs with my green and grey duffel and letter. I set the tear stained paper on the counter along with an individual note for each of the boys.

I gently set them on the table on top of the individual letters for each of them. I cried knowing this was the last time I would be under the same roof as the boys. Now or never. I walked to the door and slowly twisted the knob.

The door swung open and I stepped into the stone cold London air. I took one last look at the home I know.

"Goodbye Liam, Louis, Harry, and Zayn. Maybe I will see you again someday."

And with that I entered a new life and left my old one.

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