twenty-four ◌ one final flicker

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I royally fucked up.

Though I didn't realize this at first, because I was a stubborn idiot. Everything Niall dished was entirely true. My grudge against Harry was too strong, my ego just as enormous, and my unfortunate disposition became a means for complete destruction. I had yet to forgive myself, and I don't think I ever could.

With the clock ticking down at rapid speed and a small window of time left, I had to make a decision. There were three vials in my hand and two of them needed to be mixed together. So, without sinking into an abyss of mental massacre by overthinking about the issue at hand, I simply chose two flasks. One, with light blue liquid sloshing around inside, and another with clear fluid.

"Tasha!"

"What?!"

I turned over my shoulder, responding to Liam's heavy voice reverberating against the walls.

"I've been trying to talk to you for the last several minutes!" He told me, irritation coating each word. "Did you figure out how to deactivate your coms again?"

"I took the ear piece out," I muttered. "Too much noise coming from the other end."

That last bit slipped from my mouth a little too salty than intended. I was clearly still annoyed with Niall, and clearly everlastingly pissed at Harry.

"Well, we're about to expect some unwanted company," Liam spoke with urgency as he updated me with his current status.

"What do you mean?" I questioned as I uncapped the glass bottles.

"I hear voices," Liam simply explained.

"Um, that might be a different problem, babe," I teased.

"No, I mean, I can hear people outside in the hall," Liam clarified.

"Do your best to apprehend them," I ordered, my tone instantly morphing from playful to serious. "I'm almost done up here."

"Ten-four," Liam replied, and with that, I continued on.

I uncapped both bottles and with extreme care, I poured the clear liquid into the blue one. Everything seemed to be fine as I examined the filled flask with scrutiny. Nothing bubbled atrociously, any odors were nonexistent, and my hands didn't explode from the chemical reaction. Taking a deep breath inwards, I poured the solution onto my father's neatly stacked cash.

Waiting for a moment, with eyes like a hawk, I stared at the dribbling liquid that saturated the paper money. Would there be an extreme chemical reaction? A fiery blast? It seemed all was well, until a clamorous bang rattled my ears and caused my body to shudder in terror.

"Fuck!" Liam angrily shouted, rapidly snatching my attention.

I turned around to look at the scene below me and found two security guards ransacking into the vault chamber. Worry etched across my face, but only for a swift moment because Liam truly was on his A-game. He pulled in absolute focus and nimbly maneuvered his body to combat our enemies.

With Liam having no difficulty, I returned to my own business at hand. I looked in the heavy-duty caddy for a box of matches and found them in its own protective slot. Grabbing the small, cardboard pack, I took one of the matches and struck it against the sandpaper. The hypnotizing flame danced in front of my eyes and with a held-in breath, I dropped it into the pile of cash.

Intense flames ruptured the moment the sparks hit the chemical soaked paper and I let out a yelp. My eyes grew wide with fear and I hurriedly jumped out of the vault. Billows of dark smoke clouded the vicinity as a rancid odor filled my nostrils with a warm sting. I held a hand over my mouth, coughing violently.

I royally fucked up.

The fire grew intensely as the seconds flew by, and I had this stomach bubbling feeling that this place was about to blow up. I sloppily chucked the supplies into the knapsack and threw it on my back. I secured the straps tightly to my body as I analyzed my way back to ground level. Climbing up took a severe amount of strength and time, and I wasn't so sure if it'd be the same as I descended. I needed a plan b, and within that second, I got it.

"Tasha! Watch out!"

I snapped my attention to the echoing shrill several yards away and found Niall standing at the entrance with fear flushed across his pale face. My eyes widened when I noticed what he was warning me of. An officer rapidly marched into the chamber with a gun aimed straight at me. There was no time to think when several bullets flew through the air.

Immediately, I jumped out of the way as a scream echoed against the walls. I fell hard against the tiled floors, shards of glass showering over my shaking body. When I lifted my head to inspect the scene, I found the balcony railing shattered completely. Through the dark, heavy cloak of blackness from the flames behind me, I found Niall and Liam standing below with their arms wide open.

"Tasha! Jump!" Liam yelled, his voice rough. I stood up, peering at the long way down and immediately shook my head.

"I can't!" I bellowed, my fear of heights surging through my veins.

"There's no other choice," Niall pipped up. "Jump or you'll die! We'll catch you!"

I assessed the situation and began to breath heavily. Partly from the smoke that infiltrated my lungs, and partly from the debilitating fear consuming me. As I attempted to find the courage in me, I noticed Harry fighting off the officer. This was the first time I've witnessed him embark in hand to hand combat, and it was then did I realize why he valued his intelligence so much; why he always gave Liam a hard time for being all brute and no brains.

Harry didn't know how to fight.

The trained officer threw punch after punch, each hitting Harry in different areas of his body. He cowered each time a strong fist collided against his gut or face. I winced as I watched him get pummeled, and unexpectedly I was genuinely worried for the curly-headed boy.

I guessed Liam figured out why I had a look of great concern on my face, because within moments he had a dagger in his hand. Swiftly, Liam threw the weapon and it soared across the air at rapid speed and lodged itself into the guard's neck. I let out a yelp, throwing a hand to my mouth in complete shock. Harry then staggered backwards, clutching onto his stomach as the officer collapsed onto the ground with a heavy thud.

"Now, Tasha! There's no fucking time!" Liam yelled. Nodding my head, I braced myself and prepared my mind to be strong. However, before I could even free fall, two more officers showed up.

"Harry!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, warning the injured boy of our new guests.

Despite the lack of skills, Harry didn't falter nor show any sign of surrender. He held his fists up, ready to fight. Niall on the other hand, left his post and literally threw Harry out of harm's way. My blonde-haired best friend balletically fired fists, kicks, and creative combat strategies to overpower both guards. Harry however, took Niall's original place and held out his arms in the same manner as Liam.

"You're wasting time!" Harry yelled. "Close your eyes and fucking jump!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cursed to myself, as a rush of nerves swept over me.

The crackling sound of the fire grew louder and when I turned over my shoulder to catch glimpse of the flames, I noticed how monstrous they had become. I looked away and looked down at Harry and Liam who looked so tiny from my current vantage point. In my head, I slowly counted.

One, two, three...

My eyes lifted from my target, to Niall who had successfully outfought both officers. However, as he studied his victims, one wasn't quite demolished. With his back turned away from him, Niall satisfyingly smirked. He looked up at me, and despite the distance of height between us, I could perfectly see his oceanic blue eyes glimmering with pride.

Then it turned dark.

An echoing gunshot reverberated against the walls and my soul completely shattered into millions of pieces. My eyes widened, glossing with great terror as I let out a high-pitched shriek that was deafening to my ears. I wasted not another millisecond and leapt away from the landing. My body drifted into a free fall just as the vault exploded, wisps of blazing hot flames surrounding me. I fell into the makeshift cradle of Liam and Harry's arms, before the three of us collapsed from the sudden impact.

"Niall!" I cried, flipping onto all fours to gaze at my fallen friend.

Suddenly, the stupid officer ran straight for us with the gun brandished out before him. Before he could shoot however, Harry cocked his own gun and aimed it at the guard. Despite being flat on his back, Harry's precision did not falter. He arched his body off the ground, and with accuracy, he shot the guard from his upside down state. The enemy fell to his knees before his upper body succumbed to the gunshot, and fell to the ground.

"N-Ni," I stammered, though I wasn't sure if I were actually speaking because all I could hear was the ringing in my ears.

Harry flipped onto his stomach and then jumped onto his feet, sprinting straight for Niall. Liam did the same, and with a heavy heart, I did too. I struggled slightly to untangle my legs from the dress and tripped on the material. My body tumbled towards the ground, and when I hit the floor, I was next my injured friend.

Niall laid in small puddle of his own blood, his eyes struggling to stay open. I held in my tears, wiped away the worry, and showed him nothing but courage. I look at Niall dead in the eye and nodded assuringly at him.

"Let's get you some help," I told him, grasping onto his arms. "You're okay. It's nothing, you'll be fine."

Flurries of ash fell all around us like fresh snow, marking our skin with dark soot. A blaring alarm suddenly went off, and the building's emergency lights flashed erratically.

"Harry, help me carry Niall," Liam commanded, grabbing onto our friend. "Tasha, you lead the way. The original plan is back on and we're escaping out the back."

Carefully, Liam and Harry lifted Niall from the ground, holding him up with all their strength. A painful groan left Niall's lips and it took everything in me not to respond to his pain. I couldn't show fear, or worry, or any sign of weakness because the moment I do, will be the same moment I welcome defeat with open arms. I would be damned to let Niall be defeated by some stupid bullet hole; a bullet that I indirectly shot into him.

I brandished my gun out in front of me, and like Liam ordered, lead the way. Hurriedly, we stepped out of the vault room and into the brightly lit corridor. Mentally pulling up the bank's blueprints, I took a left turn. Our shoes squeaked against the linoleum floors as we made our way to a back stairwell.

"Shit," I breathed, halting my steps and pressing my back against the wall. With a head nod, I gestured for the boys to do the same.

"What's wrong?" Harry questioned at a low whisper, his deep green eyes boring into mine with narrowed brows.

"Guard at the point of extraction," I informed. "I got this."

Silently, I peeked around the corner to find a guard pacing back and forth in front of our exit. Cocking the gun in my hand, I garnered the attention from the guard and his eyes met mine. Without another thought to it, I aimed the weapon at him and shot his shoulder. The impact caused him to fall backwards as a grunt fell from his lips.

"Let's go," I ordered, and proceeded towards the door. Taking a quick peek at the guard, he wriggled on the ground due to the pain, but I knew he'd be okay. Niall however, I wasn't so sure.

With the stolen access card, Liam swiped it against the keypad next to the door and the small light turned green. The mechanics within the barricade clicked, and I opened the door. From a distance, I could hear heavy footsteps trampling across the floors as deep shouting bounced against the walls.

"Shoot... the door," Niall struggled to get his words out, as they came out in staggered wisps of pain.

"Hey," I held a hand to his cheek. "What's wrong?"

Without speaking a word, Niall simply grabbed my hand that grasped the gun and pointed it at the beeping keypad. Confused, I opened my mouth to question his behavior, but Harry immediately understood what Niall meant.

"Shoot the keypad," Harry declared. "It'll jam the technology and lock the door completely so no one can come inside."

"Okay, I'll do it. But everyone inside first," I pushed the door open wider and let the boys filter through the threshold. I aimed my weapon at the piece of tech, and pulled the trigger.

The keypad exploded upon impact, shards of hard plastic flying in every direction. I felt a sharp pain strike my cheek, and when I tapped my finger against the injury, I was left with dark red liquid marking my fingers. Suddenly, from around the corner, a pack of high ranking security guards came face to face with us. They stopped in their tracks to cynically stare us down, and as they galloped towards us, I slammed the stairwell door.

The echoing thud rang in our ears as we proceeded down the flight of stairs, the muffled yells of security gradually disappearing into the air. Like before, I lead the way, periodically looking over my shoulder to check up on the boys. Both Harry and Liam looked okay, despite carrying all of Niall's weight down three flights of stairs.

"Almost out of here," I announced in between my heavy breaths. "Niall, speak to me. How are you holding up?"

Incoherent words slipped past his tongue, but the mumbling of his words were all I needed to let me know that he was still alive and fighting to stay present. If Niall could fight through this, then so could I. I had no choice in the matter than to save him, because if it weren't for my idiotic choices, then none of this would have happened.

There was no one to blame, but I.

We approached the door to ground level, and I let out a small cheer. Destroying the keypad proved to be a great plan because not once were we approached by any more guards. I saw this as a blessing, however Harry wasn't so optimistic.

"Tash, wait!" Harry yelled, stopping me from pulling open the door. My fingers that grazed the handle pulled away immediately as if touching a hot oven.

"What?" I glared at him.

"It's too easy," Harry pointed out lowly. He didn't look at me as he spoke, and instead studied the bottom landing of where we stood.

"Can't something be easy for us? Just this once?" I argued with an exhausted sigh.

"No he's right," Liam agreed, and I shut my mouth. For once, I needed to listen to other people besides my own head.

Suddenly, a glamours bang caused me jump out of my skin as sparks of electricity cackled around us. Our area consumed itself in darkness, only a sliver of light from the floor above us peeked through the open parts of the railing.

"What the fuck was that for?" I hissed.

"Tash, open the door," Harry ordered, ignoring my question.

With no time to argue, I followed his demands and grasped the handle. In one swift motion, I swung open the heavy barricade. Bright, white lights blinded me and I squinted my eyes in attempt to mask out the illumination.

"Shit," I heard Liam quietly curse. "Interpol."

Six high-ranking officers stood outside with weapons drawn in our direction. Their all-black clothing melted into the darkness of the evening atmosphere around them, but the glowing lights of Paris casted beams of light in their direction.

An authoritative voice filtered through a loud speaker. French words blasted in my direction, and I had no understanding of what was being said. Before I could explain that I spoke English, Harry suddenly came to my rescue.

"He's telling you to drop the weapon and put your hands in the air," Harry translated at a harsh whisper. He and the other two boys were hidden somewhere in the darkness.

I stood stationary, calmed my breathing and did what I was told. Slowly, I put both of my hands in the air, making sure not to make any sudden movements. I placed the weapon down onto the ground, letting out a puff of warm air. I lifted my other arm in the air and kept as calm as I could. My mind went through several different scenarios in which I could get out of this situation.

Maybe they knew about ANTI, too? Maybe they could help me find Kat if I just cooperated? This moment could very well be a blessing in disguise. Yes, I'd go to jail for the rest of my life, but as long as someone was willing to help my family, then I'd willingly spend forever isolated in a jail cell.

"Ready?"

"Yea, let's shut this shit down."

Sometime between following officer protocol, and agreeing to sacrifice my life to international imprisonment, Harry and Liam cultivated a plan. I had no idea what was going on in their heads, but I was about to find out.

"Tasha, get down!" Harry yelled and suddenly, I was surrounded by flying bullets. I dropped to the ground and in military fashion, doggy crawled my way over to Niall who sat propped up against the wall.

"Niall, I'm sorry," I apologized, taking his shaking body in my hands and holding him in my arms. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"No. Y-you're o-okay," Niall grew weaker and weaker as the moments fled. His once naturally warm body became cold, and his skin was sickly pale.

"We'll get you help," I assured him. There was no way I was going to abandon hope now. Niall didn't verbally respond to me, and instead just nodded his head and rested it against my chest.

My heart pounded rapidly against my ribcage, and I was certain Niall could hear it. While my face showed no worry, nor did my voice trickle with fear, my heart instead spoke volumes. Every beat of my heart was a word, and each rhythmic pattern created, crafted a sentence declaring to the world that I was scared.

Terrified. Stressed. Tired.

Who knew how long this game would last, or how it would end when it does? Going into this, I was willing to do anything to save my family. While I still would sacrifice myself for them, was I also willing to sacrifice the lives of Niall, Liam, Harry, and anyone else?

Screams and painful grunts, mixed with echoing gunshots filled my ears and it was time to go help my team. Yea, my team. I unlatched my arms from Niall and sidled myself away from him. With my back against the wall, I peeked out the open door to glance outside.

A few bodies lay sprawled on the ground along with empty bullet shells and other random debris. I caught glimpse of Harry and Liam who took cover behind a car. Swiftly, I somersaulted across the floor. Once on the other side, I hid in the shadows with my back pressed up against the wall, observing the scene outside. Two officers, a few yards away from Liam and Harry, hid behind a dumpster.

"I'm out of ammo!"

Harry's information put me on higher alert than before, and I forced my mind to quickly find an escape route. Darting my eyes, I searched for what I could use that would help in creating a diversion. Unfortunately, there weren't many options, except for one.

Climbing.

I stood up, catapulted myself towards the door and grasped the metal jamb of the frame. Using the grip from the bottom of my shoes, I adhered myself to the structure. Biting my bottom lip in concentration, I climbed up the panel. When I made it to its threshold, I darted my focus onto my landing target: the dumpster lid.

Like a falling cannonball set ablaze, my body crashed against the metal dumpster with a thunderous bang. The noise echoed through out the night sky, startling the officers behind it. This created enough of a diversion for Harry to grab a stray gun from a fallen guard.

"Head down Tash!"

I followed Harry's commands as he marched straight for the confused officers. With two, clean shots, he defeated both officers. They collapsed onto the ground behind the dumpster with faces contorted in pain, before ultimately succumbing to death. I felt tugging behind me, and when I turned over my shoulder, I found Harry digging around in the bag still attached to my back.

Eyebrows knitted with concentration, a bruised jaw, and a cut lip, I stared at Harry in silence. My emotions were beginning to cyclone itself into a disastrous masterpiece. Staring at Harry meant subjecting myself to guilt, and at that moment, I didn't understand why I was feeling so shameful. I just did, and my heart felt so heavy.

"Harry..." my voice was almost at a whisper as his name slipped past my tongue. "I, uh-"

"-not in the mood," Harry cut me off with a tone so cold, I felt my soul shiver.

I didn't open my mouth after that, I simply sat there, on top of the dumpster while Harry fished out whatever he needed in the backpack. When he finally found what he needed, he rushed over to the car.

"Tasha! Help me with Niall," Liam commanded, garnering my attention.

Following his orders, I jumped off of the dumpster and ran over to Liam who held a very weak Niall from one side. Slipping my arm around Niall's waist, I used every bit of strength in me, to keep him up. His knees wobbled, as we kept him upright, and it was starting to dawn on me that Niall could possibly die.

The car next to us suddenly came to life with a roar from the engine. This prompted Liam and I to assist Niall into the backseat. Sirens began to fill the air from a distance, and our movements quickened at a rapid pace. I slipped in the back, while Liam sat in the passenger seat. After strapping myself in, I looked up and caught Harry's ice cold glare in the rearview mirror.

I turned away, and instead put my focus on the dying boy next to me. I let Niall rest his head on my lap, as I softly massaged my hand through his blonde hair. He reached over and grabbed my free hand, holding it to his chest.

"There should be a hospital near by," I pipped up as Harry vigorously backed up the car and peeled away from its parking space.

"No," Niall croaked. I looked down at him in confusion.

"What do you mean, no?" I questioned.

"Bad idea," he simply said.

"Ni, I don't understand," I shook my head. "We're taking you to a hospital so they can help you."

"Harry... explain..." Niall spoke in fragments, his body unable to hold on for much longer.

"Authorities will expect us at a hospital," Harry explained. He zoomed into the streets of Paris, masking the car alongside other vehicles.

"Wh-what are you saying? That we're not going to save Niall. That instead of risking our asses, we're going to let him die?" I tried to understand what these boys were insinuating, and part of me could comprehend their words. But it was a statement I refused to agree upon.

"We were hired to keep you alive and safe," Liam turned in his seat. His deep hazel eyes looked at me with a determination to make me understand the situation.

"No! That's not fucking fair," I screamed. "My dad's not even here to implement those stupid rules. Harry, go to the hospital!"

"That's not what we agreed upon," Harry was stoic as he gripped the steering wheel and maneuvered the car swiftly through the streets.

"Excuse me?" I coldly spoke. "I didn't agree to anything. And I certainly didn't agree to this. Go to the hospital!"

"I know this is hard for you to process Tasha," Liam began, "but there are conversations you cannot be a part of; decisions you have no say in."

"But this is my mission. My family is on the line and right now Niall's is too," I expressed. My dry, fury-laced throat gave my voice a strained raspiness to match the uneasy heartbreak in me.

"Tasha listen to us. Your life is always on the line," Harry insisted. "Get that through your head. I've been telling this to you since the very beginning and you're still not understanding. Your dad is not who he says he is!"

"Oh my fucking gosh, please!" I begged, screaming my pleas as if the heightened decibel could aid my demands. "Niall can't hold on any longer."

"Tasha," a soft voice filled my ears and I looked down to see Niall staring straight at me with glassy eyes so blue.

"Niall I'm sorry, I will get you help soon. Just hang on, I'm begging you. Just be strong for me," I pleaded. I was moments away from breaking down but I held every measure of despair in me.

"Harry... you know... you know what I want," Niall spoke so softly that it carried like a gentle spring breeze, but the words itself echoed like a funneled summer storm.

"Yea. Anything for you buddy," Harry followed Niall's demands without question, spinning the steering wheel and maneuvering the car onto a different street.

There were so many emotions but no words to justify them. I just sat there in the back seat, opening my mouth in hopes something would come out. I still had all this drive left to save Niall, but every time I tried to speak, only silence screamed. I couldn't accept this fate for this wonderful, brave, amazing blue-eyed boy who I considered my best friend.

What felt like thirty minutes, but in reality was only ninety seconds, we were parked beneath a tree. The engine shut off and the perpetual rumble in my ears died down to silence. The doors began to open around me, and yet I sat stationary. Harry and Liam were both helping Niall out of the car, and suddenly my left hand felt cold. He was no longer holding it, and instead, stood outside in the cool air.

"Come on Tash," Harry leaned into the car, the smell of must, dirt, and smoke wafting into my nostrils. He pressed the buckle on my seatbelt, releasing me from the restraints.

Silently, I scooted out of my seat and joined the boys. I followed them towards the large park in front of the Eiffel Tower. The stunning lights of the iconic structure twinkled like millions of fireflies and when I caught glimpse of Niall, I saw a subtle smile form on his face. The area was sparse with tourists and Parisian natives, as we made our way to a structure I learned about in one of those damn books my dad sent me.

It stood tall and proud, with two glass panels on either side. A steel canopy covered the expanse of the simple frame, but when you stand in between the two sections, you stand at the center before the Eiffel Tower. It was called the Wall of Peace, but in the current circumstance, there was nothing peaceful about it.

"Tasha," Niall sat on the concrete floor, hidden in the shadows of the night, but I could perfectly make out his silhouette. His arm was up, like he was reaching out for me to take his hand.

Even though I was in so much pain, I wasted no time and took Niall's hand in mine. I sat next to him, with his head rested on my shoulder. His breathing was scarce, but his grip was so strong. I tried to memorize every callous, every scar, and every tiny groove that made up his fingerprints.

"I didn't mean for you to get hurt; for you to get so tangled up in this. I'm so sorry," I apologized. My eyes were latched onto the tower and its magnificent gleaming lights.

"Not your fault," Niall's words suddenly came out so flawlessly, like the pain no longer encapsulated him. He was drifting away, and so was my tiny flicker of hope of him surviving tonight.

"I love you Ni," I croaked, my voice cracking like my heart. "This wasn't what I wanted for you. We were supposed to beat this thing. You were supposed to graduate and do amazing things. You were supposed to take me to prom."

"Someone else can take you, just save one last dance for me in your dreams," Niall let out a vicious cough, and his head fell from my shoulder. It laid against my lap and I took both his cold hands in mine.

Liam and Harry were now next to us, kneeling down above Niall. Liam gave him a tender, yet playful punch in the shoulder, forcing a smile.

"It's been an honor to serve beside you, my brother," Liam lamented. Niall nodded his head in salute to his soon to be former co-worker.

"I would've gone to your graduation over mine," Harry declared with a small smile. "Watch over us Ni, we're gonna need it."

The atmosphere around us turned so eerily calm. There was no residual breeze, nor muffled commotion from the vicinity around us. It was like the world stopped spinning, and time ceased to exist. It was just Harry, Liam, and I, spending Niall's final moment on an empty planet.

The strength I upheld through out the night, the tears I refused to let fall, all obliterated within that solitary moment of calmness. My heart, my soul, my mind, everything shattered. It finally hit me that I was seconds away from losing someone who meant so much to me.

"Keep f-fighting. Promise me," Niall spoke. A tear slipped from his oceanic blue eyes as he let go of my hand. He reached for my face, giving my tear-stained cheek a gentle rub with his thumb. "You are the h-hero in all this... my hero."

"I promise," I nodded my head, making one final commitment to this wonderful boy, before completely disintegrating into grief-stained ashes.

I would've gladly taken ten bullets in the chest, than have to live through this insufferable pain. It didn't just sting, it fucking knocked the air out of me and eradicated any ounce of happiness I've ever felt. This type of pain was torment and I so desperately wanted to drift into the sky; to escape this torture. But my feet were anchored with the weight of memory. That's all I'll ever have of Niall from that moment on- the bittersweet memories of a boy so kind and undeserving of this particular fate.

Niall's lids grew heavy and gradually closed, ceasing the world from ever witnessing the sparkle in his eyes ever again. His tight grip on my hands loosened, and with one final breath, the flame within his electric soul faded along with him.

My best friend was gone.

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And there's that.

The most heart-wrenching chapter in this entire book. My heart hurt as I wrote this... actually, my heart hurt since Chapter 2, when Niall first was introduced. I knew he was going to die since the beginning, and writing his character has been both a blessing and a curse.

I've been writing this chapter since early January of 2018. I've been periodically editing it since then, and today, on April 1st, 2018, it's been published for all of Wattpad to read.

Sorry Niall. I love you forever <3