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Watching Over... ~Niall imagine~ NO LONGER EDITING

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She was small, helpless.

She needed rescuing in that alley, so I saved her. The only regret I had was not knowing her, so I chose to stay here with her. She held my cold hand and had my head on resting on her lap. Her salty tears stung my wounds, my death was peaceful in her arms, she cried for me and whispered countless words to comfort me.

"Shh, you're going to be fine, just listen to me Niall it's okay"

Her voice was soft and sweet. Her warm hands were trembling on my skin.

"Stay with me, please, don't leave"

She had sobbed for me and cried, begging me to stay with her long after I was dead. I died in her warm embrace and it was a peaceful way to go, the best way to go. I was happy to have been held by her. Her attacker, my murder had fought with me. I fought harder, which caused him to pull out a knife in our fist fight, he'd stabbed me six times and all he wanted was to steal from y/n. He ran off once our fight was over. Y/n had told my family countless times how sorry she was for my passing and I couldn't help but watch as my mother stared at her with such love.

"Sweet heart, he sacrificed himself for you. don't ever waste that, promise me you won't" mum was sweet and understanding.

Greg and dad were devastated and so was mum, but when she heard about how it happened her mind was somehow put at ease along with Greg and dads. They knew how I felt about helping people.

Y/n was in my English class, she was a year younger than everyone in the class because she was in her eleventh year studying in a twelfth year class. She was smart. We'd spoken once and her voice was so sweet, just like it was when she spent that night holding me close. I watched her as she wrote letters to me, her sketch book was filled with sketches of me from before and after I died, she drew the marks on my chest, the deep brusies on my face. I watched over her and hoped to get her to see me.

Every whisper, every soft touch was never felt by her. Only in her sleep could she hear my whispers and feel the cold touch of my soul on hers.

"Niall" she whispered for the first time. She was dreaming of me, I loved her dreams of us, only when she dreamt of me could we be together. I went with what she dreamt, following our steps together.

"Niall, stop it!" She giggled when I held her from behind.

"You're so beautiful" I whispered. In the blink of an eye we were in a bed and I couldn't help but love these moments. Y/n trusted me in her dreams, nothing was there to disturb us and every time she laid in bed with me was her first time.

"Niall" she breathed, her dreams were so rushed. I wished she let me get rid of her clothes but every time we hit the bed our clothes were gone.

"Y/n, baby slow down" I whispered, she rushed to pull me down to her.

"I wish this wasn't a dream" sh.it, every time she realizes it's not real she leaves me.

"Shh, baby, please just don't think about it" I whispered.

"You died" she sobbed softly. I grunted, falling to the floor in pain when I had the same wounds from that night.

"Niall!" She fell to me, her hands holding mine and we relived that night for the twentieth time since I died, it's almost been two months.

"No don't leave me" she whispered. I was in pain and couldn't control it.

"Y/n" I coughed, as soon as her name left my lips she woke and I was on the floor, trying to regain my strength from nearly being killed again. Dreams were a big risk for us on the other side, if I had let myself die in her dream I'd die permanently.