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Niall Horan Fanfic Chapter 4: Falling Down
I was so done with this. I can’t believe my own boyfriend wouldn’t stand up for me. This must be like a joke. All the hate everything. I’ll wake up and this will all be over.
I ran into the airport and got the first plane back home to Boston. I know I was ditching the tour and letting my crew down, but all that mattered to me right now was getting away. I boarded the plane and took my seat. I was always and still am afraid of flying. Niall always held my hand and took my mind off of it. Everything in me told me to get off the plane, but I didn’t listen. I was just nervous I kept telling myself.
The plane took flight and everything was going fine. We weren’t even in the air for ten minutes when the plane started shaking and we could see thick black smoke out the window. This was bad.
The pilot came over the speaker and said, “We’re going down.”
My eyes filled up with tears and I was so scared. I pulled out my phone and text Niall. “I love you.” Then the lights went out.
My phone wrung. It was Hazel. All she said was I love you. I texted her back one minute later, and she never answered. I knew something was wrong. I called her and it went straight to voicemail. Why wasn’t she answering? I called Liam he would know what to do.
“Liam Hazel isn’t answering her phone I think something is wrong.” I said.
“Man, was she on a plane back home to Boston?” Liam asked sounding worried.
“Um, yeah, how’d you know?” I asked.
“It crashed, just now.” He said, his voice cracking.
“No this isn’t happening! Did everyone die? Is she okay?” I screamed more to myself than Liam.
“Niall, calm down, I’m coming to get you and we’ll go to the hospital and see if she’s there, man everything will be okay.” He said.
I hung up. This was all my fault. If I had just stood up for her she wouldn’t have left. She would be here, now, safe, with me.
Liam came to my house and we sped to the hospital. I ran in, straight to the front desk.
“I’m looking for my girlfriend! She was in a plane crash.” I cried out.
“Oh she was in that? I’m sorry but only three people lived.” She said.
I was freaking out. “Let me see them maybe I can identify her.” I said.
“I’m not allowed to do that.” She said calmly.
“Please, you need to help me, I need to see her, please.” I said, tears streaming down my face.
“Alright fine, but only this once.” She said.
We walked back to the room full of bodies. There were a few on beds, but the others were in bags, body bags.
I couldn’t see her anywhere, I was so nervous. I heard a nurse go running down the hall with a girl on a stretcher. I knew that hair. That arm. That outfit. That was Hazel, my Hazel.