Already Gone A Niall Horan one-shot (If the song doesn’t work, look up Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran)
The bottle was in front of me, its contents tempting more than ever before.
I sat at the countertop, street visible from where I was sitting.
This is where it happened, Princess.
I poured a glass, downing it quickly to block out the memories. But the thoughts that I had pushed so far back came anyway, and no amount of alcohol could stop them now.
The air was tense at the table, the only noise being made was the soft clinking of silverware. You were quiet, darling and I knew what was on your mind. But I couldn’t help it- I was too far gone for anyone to help. The drink had taken over, controlling my every thought. I finished my food quickly, insides squirming and hands shaking, both longing for the same thing. Without thinking, I darted for the fridge, craving the feeling of being so drunk that I couldn’t think.
You had followed me to the kitchen, probably to try to stop me, but I had already finished a glass, the vodka already down my throat. You were at the sink, head bowed, knuckles turning white in a fist. “What the hell is your problem?” I snarled, not quite controlling what I said. It was as if my brain had lost its filter, and I know what I said was harsh. My hands trembled as I set down the glass, pouring another one.
“You’ve been drinking again, Niall.” Your head still resting on the your fist, hair cascading beautifully down your back. It was lovely, and I should’ve told you.
“So what?” I blurted out instead, wondering why I didn’t talk about your hair. Or the small cuts that were turning pink on your wrist, only visible because you sleeves had ridden up. Had I caused you to do that to yourself, Princess?
“So what? So I’ve been telling you to quit drinking away your issues! I know something’s bothering you, so why don’t you fucking tell me instead of drinking shot after shot?” You whirled around at me, voice piercing, and I hazily noticed your bloodshot eyes and the bags underneath them. When was the last time you got a full night’s sleep, darling? Was that my fault too? I started to cringe at the sight, but the drink was slowly taking over.
“Because the vodka doesn’t have the tendency to nag me about every fucking thing I do!” The drink was speaking now, mirroring your stance at me. The echo of my voice ringed in my ears, and you winced at my words. What was I saying? No, I needed to stop, I had to stop, I was hurting you. But I couldn’t.
“I only nag you because it’s the only way anything gets done!” You countered, and you were right. I knew you were right, and so did you. Your nagging saved me in the past, darling. I should say that, shouldn’t I? But I instinctively reached for the glass, keeping eye contact with you as I took another swig. You’re beautiful, Princess. Even when you’re upset, you’re still beautiful. You’ll always be beautiful.
I lowered the glass from my mouth, enjoying the slight burn of the alcohol as it made its way down my throat. I started to apologize, but you cut me off.
“There you go again!” Your eyes were furious, and I hated it. You were angry at me, you hated me. I’m sorry, Princess.
“And there you go again, nagging me about my habits! If I want to drink, then damn right I will!” I managed to get it out, tightening my grip on the glass to steady myself.
“Just quit it!” You stalked over to me, trying to snatch the glass from my grasp. Why were you doing that? I craved this. But why did I crave it? Because of this drink, you hate me.
Her delicate fingers overlapped my calloused ones on the drink, you touch sending shivers to my spine. I pulled the glass towards me, watching as you followed. There was less than a foot between us, me looking slightly down at you, your bright eyes piercing mine.
But I wanted the drink almost as much as I wanted you, but there was a small difference between you and the drink.
The drink didn’t hate me.
I pulled the glass over my head, jerking you onto your toes. We stood eye to eye, the scent of your spearmint toothpaste tingling my senses. “Let it go.” I meant for it to be just for myself, but the command was shouted.
We held eye contact, and I saw your eyes turn from determination to something else.
Your grip relaxed from on top of my fingers, your heels slamming back onto the floor as you stumbled backwards.
“Princess?” My arm was shaking, knowing what I had done was wrong. I blinked several times, the sight of you in your broken state making me close to sober.
“Just… Don’t.” You whispered, backing away until your back hit the wall. You held my gaze, looking scared. Did I make you scared, baby? I love you so much, I wouldn’t ever hurt you.
But I did.
“I’m just… I can’t do this anymore, Ni.” You whispered, voice breaking on my nickname.
“Princess, wait.” I tried, but you pushed past me, hand reaching up to your mouth to cover your sobs. The door squeaked as it opened, and I hurried to catch up with you.
You ran out into the frigid Ireland air, something that you had always loved. You kept running, not realizing that you had gone out into the street.
Not realizing that you hadn’t checked both ways before crossing.
I froze as I saw the car coming, speeding its way towards you, and I could only let out a shout. “Princess!”
You turned around at me instead of running, which is the last thing you should’ve done. Even in the night, I could see your eyes widen in shock as the car became closer to you.
“Niall!” You screamed in terror, and my legs started sprinting as fast as they could take me.
But it was too late.
I could only watch as the car hit you, knocking you to the side, your broken figure crumpled on the street.
The car sped on, and I could only watch.
I could only watch as you died in my arms, and when the ambulance finally came, they didn’t even perform CPR.
“I’m sorry, sir. She’s already gone.”
“She’s already gone.” I whispered to myself, reaching to pour myself another glass only to find that the bottle was almost empty. “I’m so sorry, Princess.”
The incident had long gone, but the memories would never fade from my mind.
The bottle of pills was in front of me, its contents tempting more than ever before.
And if I couldn’t bring you back, maybe it was time to join you, darling.
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