Harry- I was sitting with the lads, on the blue couch waiting for the concert to begin. I was laughing histarically at the jokes we usually tell before the concert until I got a call from (Y/N). Only to make the concert better. I answered in front of the boys, still smiling. “Aw Harry’s talking to his babe! Aw!” Louis called laughing. I smiled, and began saying ‘Hey’ but (Y/N) stopped me.
She was crying terribly, I could barely hear her. “Harry, I need help.” My smile left as quickly as it came.
"Babe, what’s wrong?"
"I can’t do this, Harry. I love you, and I’m going to miss you so much." I felt a few tears slide off, as I began telling her to explain. But then an idea popped in my head. What if she was going to kill herself.
"(Y/N) stop. Stop. Babe. Are you ok? What do you need?"
"I’m done with everything Harry." I began telling her I love her, and she didn’t need to do anything, but the line went dead. I immediatley called 911, giving them my adress to get (Y/N) before she did anything. I told Paul I couldn’t go on stage. I couldn’t, but they forced me. During all my solos I knew (Y/N) was being taken care of, she’d be fine. Once I finished my solo in Little Things, Paul came on stage, whispering in my ear (Y/N) died.
"What?! How!" I screamed through tears.
"She took a gun, and shot herself. I’m sorry, love." He ran offstage but I didn’t know what to do. I was crying so bad, Niall had to take my solos. Without much other word, I kicked and broke a speaker, screaming ‘I should’ve fucking stopped her! It’s my fault!’
Liam- (Y/N) was always a happy girl, but lately the hate began getting to her head. It was getting to much. Despite pleas of stopping it, she cried every day from the hate. I went to the store, buying her treats so she’d feel better, but when I got back to my flat I didn’t find her anywhere, but when I saw a envelope, I read it instintly. Dear Liam, I’ll always love you. I’m sorry it had to happen. -(Y/N) I screamed, calling the police, and running around town when I found the ideal place. It was a cliff, overlooking our city, a pond below. While I was driving up I didn’t see her until I was feet away. I jumped out of the car, running towards her, but stopped. She had her back to the cliff, her facing me. “(Y/N)!” I called, her looking at me. She smiled, despite still crying. “Please, come over here. Come back here. I love you so much. You don’t have to do this.” She shook her head.
"They will always be there. So many of them insisted I killed myself, so its their present for their birthday. I love you but I can’t deal with this." The police were right behind you, slowly inching their way forward.
"Bye Liam." She waved with her palm, her fingers closing into her palm, her eyes glistening with tears. She fell backward down the cliff. I ran after her, watching her fall down the cliff, hitting the pond.
"(Y/N)!" I fell to my knees. "I love you!"
Louis- I gotten home late last night, drunk, climbing into bed with a crying (Y/N). I comforted her, telling her I loved her, but it was all just a blur. I woke up around two, (Y/N) still asleep, myself not touching her or waking her getting out of bed. I made scrambled eggs and bacon with toast for her since she was having a bad day. I laid it by her on the table her whole body buried into the sheets, only hair poking out from the top of the bed. I went to use the toilets when I saw something wrong. There was an empty bottle of pills, which were full yesterday, and the cap thrown acorss the floor. As I was picking it up, I noticed 2 bottles empty just like that. Then it clicked.
I ran as fast as I could into the bedroom, pulling the comforter over her head, noticing how grey she looked. “(Y/N)!” I screamed, pulling her lifeless, cold body into my arms, trying to help her. “No!” I said between tears. “I need you.” I called the police, and ran back to her. “Babe,” I said brushing her hair, trying to hold her. “You’re ok, it’s ok.”
Niall- I got home to a wonderful smell. (Y/N) was cooking dinner, her music playing, our baby (Y/B/N) asleep in the seat. For (Y/N)’s taste in music, the baby’s ears had to be broken for her to sleep during Mice and Men.
"I was all for you, you fell over my love, I just can’t afford it this time." She sang as if I wasn’t even here. She must not have known I was here. Her beautiful voice cascaded through the kitchen, as she made steaks. "I was all for you, you fell over my love, now I’m left with thoughts of suicide." My eyes widen. That wasn’t the only song that alarmed me. I hoped she wasn’t really. She continued singing "Let you go, you’re killing me." Then she turned around, jumping. "Hi babe, how long have you been there?" She giggled, kissing me, her beautiful lips touching mine. I smiled in the kiss, her going back to cooking. I went out that night, the baby at her mothers. I went out to a pub, her having a night alone, but after one drink I had a feeling I hated. I ran home, finding the doors unlocked, her no where to be found, until I found a letter, saying ‘I love you, and our baby. I’m sorry, but it had to be this way.’ I screamed, informing police, and driving to find her. Finally I received a terrible call from the police station. “We’ve found her body. She threw herself off a bridge. I’m sorry Mr. Horan.” The call ended, and I went to the bridge where she was found. No one was there, and no one saw me. That night, I left my daughter an orphan.
Zayn - "I need to speak with Zayn Malik." There were a few suited business men, looking for me. "That’s me," I called. They pulled me to a table with a couple of chairs, sitting me across from them. "Do you know (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" I nodded, with a smile.
"That’s my beautiful fiancee. Why? Is something wrong?" I began sweating, scared something terrible happened.
"I’m sorry for your loss. We found (Y/N) dead at your apartment. She had a fatal gun shot to the chest." My eyes widen, and tears began slipping out of them. She was gone. My baby.
"Well did you - did you find the murderer?" I asked between tears. The two agents looked at each other, before the right one spoke up.
"That’s the thing. It was suicide." My brows furrowed, confused. "We have a lengthy letter."
They gave me the letter, and left. In (Y/N)’s elegant writing, was her last letter.
“Hi Zayn, it’s (Y/N) if you didn’t know. I love you so much, and I hate you had to find out like this. The hate is to much. Twitter already knows, I informed them right before, and logged right out before anyone could stop me. I really do love you. I hate leaving you like this, but I love you. I will always love you. Forever. I want you to always remember me for being happy. And you couldn’t have possibly stopped me. So don’t dare blame yourself. I love you. I can’t type it enough to show how much I mean it. Bye Zayn. I love you. -(Y/N)”
And that’s the day my life spiraled out of control
