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Six Degrees Of Separation (Niam)

Prompt: Can you please do a Niam song!fic based one Six Degrees of Seperation by the Script? Can you make it have a happy ending though? Thanks!!

"I'm sorry Liam, but I can't do this anymore" He whispered before quietly leaving the room. He made almost no sound. Like he disappeared. 

You've read the books,

I threw the book down. It's been a week. I tried to forget. But Niall is all I can think about. 

You've watched the shows,

I flicked the TV off, snuggling further into my bundle of blankets, pretending they're his arms. I haven't left my apartment since that night.

What's the best way no one knows, yeah,
Meditate, get hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.

I let out a scream, sobs finally breaking out.

But it won't go, ohhhh ohhh
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.

His face, stuck in my brain. Taunting me. It was my fault. I spent too much time with Dani. My fake girlfriend.

You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke, yeah

I crawled off the couch, heading towards my liquor cabinet. I drunk half a bottle of whiskey.

Fake a smile, yeah, lie and say that,
You're better now than ever, and your life's okay

"Liam, you here mate?" I heard someone call as the door slammed. I stood up shakily, woozy from the whiskey. "Liam?" Harry stepped through the door, looking me over in shock. I hadn't washed or shaved in over a week. My eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. I looked like crap.

When it's not. No.
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
Ohhh ohhh,
You're going through six degrees of separation.

"C'mon Liam, let's get you into a shower, ok?" Harry said, taking my arm and pulling me up. "No, I have to stay here. In case he comes back" I said frantically.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

"Liam, Niall's on a date right now. He isn't coming back" Harry said gently. I broke down. "It's all my fault" I sobbed.

You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too,
Anyone who'll throw an arm around you, yeah
Tarot cards
Gems and stones,
Believing all that shit is gonna heal your soul.
Well it's not, no, wohhhh

"He left me Harry. And it's all my fault" I screamed, throwing a book across the room before collapsing to the floor.

You're only doing things out of desperation,
Ohhh no,
You're goin' through six degrees of separation.

I felt Harry wrap his arms around me, lifting me up. He carried me upstairs, to the bathroom. "Shower" He ordered, placing me down and leaving the room.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

I showered quickly, shaving. It was my fault. It just kept running through my head. My fault.

No there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you'd take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation

The sad thing was, if he came back through that door right now. I would take him back. No hesitation. "Liam, stay in the bathroom" Harry warned as I started to get dressed. "Harry, I need to see him" an Irish voice said from the otherside of the door. "No you don't, not after the state you put him in" I heard Harry say as I pushed the door open.

Oh, no there's no starting over,
Without finding closure, you'd take them back,
No hesitation,
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation

"Niall" I breathed, falling into his arms. "I'm so sorry Liam" He whispered, pulling me close.

First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little

"I was a prat. I understand if you don't want to give me another chance. I hope you will though" He said, running his fingers through my hair.

No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
You're goin' through six degrees of separation

"I love you Liam. Please take me back" He begged. "I love you too" I whispered, pressing my lips to his.

No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself
You're goin' through six degrees of separation

"I'm sick of hiding this. It's causing trouble between us. Screw management" I snapped after we broke apart, pulling out my phone. I sent a quick message to Dani, explaining.

Then I opened twitter

No, no, there ain't no help
It's every man for himself

 @Real_Liam_Payne I just love kissing my amazing boyfriend, @NiallHoran