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Falling Hard (A Liam Payne Fanfictoin)
Story published June 11, 2013 · updated July 22, 2013 · 45 pages · 1,862 readers · 10,395 reads
Chapter One ~ Peac
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Chapter One ~ Peace

Niall’s POV
                          Things have changed in the past year. But you know what they say, nothing stays the same forever. It’ll change eventually. About eleven months ago, my Mum’s cancer had grown much worse, but the doctors were doing everything they can. Soon, time came and she was nearing the end of her life. She was living on life support for a few weeks before the doctor had told us that there was nothing else they could do. It was a really tough time. I was bawling my eyes out as every day came closer to her death, even after her death. I made sure she never saw me cry, I didn’t want her to have the impression of me being broken. She’d want me to stay strong.

                        I regret not saying good bye to her. It was just too much for me to handle. I wanted to stay there with her till the very end, but I knew she wouldn’t have wanted me to see her die. She was such a lovely and caring person, and an amazing Mum to everyone. After she passed away, it was only my father, my older brother Greg, and me, until Greg had gotten into a car accident a few months ago, leaving him in coma for the past few months. Now, all that was left was Dad and me. Dad had been on business trips lately, leaving only little time for us to communicate. Me being on tour only made it harder. We’re a broken family.
I walked towards the edge looking over the deep blue lake about thirty feet below me. I sat down letting my legs dangle off the bridge. I rested my arms on the cold metal bars of fencing as I rested my head on top of them, staring across at the sunrise. This place often reminded me of her. I sighed. I miss her so much. I didn’t cry though, I had run out of tears for this topic a long time ago. I often thought about Greg too. About how long he would be in coma. About what would happen if he never awakens. The thing I thought about most was what our family used to be like before all this happened. I knew this wasn’t healthy thinking all about it, but I couldn’t help it. Every time I tried escaping from these thoughts, my mind just held onto them. I kept on staring down into the lake, taking in the beautiful view with mini ripples swaying across it. I was lucky to be able to come here in the morning once in a while without being seen by fans. It was a perfect environment to just get away for a while to think and figure things out.

                There’s two positive things that happened this year though. One Direction’s first album was released making top of the charts and a tour began. Being on tour definitely got my mind off of those thoughts, which made my performances even better. Spending tons of times with the boys made it a lot better too. But now, after what everyone has gone through, we weren’t the same as before when all of our lives were happy. We supported each other whenever we could, and grew so much closer. A breeze lathered across my face. I pulled out my phone to check the time. 7:44am, it’s Tuesday morning on September 4th 2012. Rehearsals for our new single was going to start at 9:00am, I still had some time on my hands. I decided to leave the bridge and go visit Greg for a while. I sighed and told myself this once again.

                “Niall, things will get better.” I said to myself as the words left my mouth, and into the early fall weather. Those words were also the last that my Mum said to me. I reached my car and drove off to the hospital. I rolled the window down for some fresh air. I loved the weather at this time of the year. After a good fifteen minute drive, I reached the NHS (National Health Service) hospital. As soon as the lady at the front desk acknowledged me, she let me into Greg’s room. I walked down the white flooring and ceiling halls until I reached room 202. I grasped the handle and let myself in closing the door again once I got inside. I looked over to Greg and walked over. As usual, it was just his body lying there on a bed, with tubes connected to him. He looked peaceful though at least. I grabbed a seat next to him and just sat there. Sometimes, I would just talk to him even though I knew he couldn’t hear me. That didn’t matter though. It felt nice to talk to him once in a while.

                “Greg,” I began, “I know you can’t hear me, but, I miss you. Loads. Things have been the same lately… I remember Mum saying that everything will get better. Nothing’s gotten better though. But I’m still keeping my belief in her words. If you could reply to me right now, what would you say?”Iwould tell him other things too. Like how tour was going, random memories of us I would remember, everyday things, and much more, as if he was there listening. I believe he was though, but just not replying. I only had half an hour left before rehearsals so I decided to get going. Before I left the room, I looked back to Greg.

                “Get well soon.” I wished and closed the door after I left. It was simple, but meaningful.              

I realized there was no use being sad all the time about this; it wasn’t going to make it any better. I should probably just get my mind off of this and enjoy life more. It’s not that I don’t enjoy life, I do. But whenever it comes to these topics, I couldn’t help but feel a little depressed. I’ll always have my four best friends and food to cheer me up, be there for me, and make me laugh. But I just wish everything could go back to the way they used to be.  
Hey guys! Yes, this may be kind of depressing in the beginning, I’ve wanted to write one like this for a while. I hope you liked it! If you do, please heart this story! Means lots! I’ll update more once I get a heart! Give me feedback on how it is so far? I’d love to read them. (: