We met in rehab, we married in heaven (A Niall Horan Story)

I ran into the hospital with the boys behind me. Tears flowed from my eyes like waterfalls. I couldn't believe it. I was just gone for a few minutes, I couldn't believe it was happening. I ran to the front-desk.

"Please ma'am I'm here for my fiance, Desiree, room 305!" I nearly shouted.

The nurse made a quick call on the phone and said we could go up. She handed me the passes and the boys and I ran to the elevator. I began to press the button really fast. The elevator came, their were alot of people. I press the button, and we went up.

"Hurry! Hurry!" I whispered.

Soon the elevator stopped and I charged. I kept running until I reached room 305. I looked through the window. That wasn't her. It couldn't be. She was so pale and boney. She looked so lifeless. More tears fell down my face. I opened the door. She turned her head, making those big brown eyes follow me in. She forced a smile.

"Niall." She whispered.

"Gosh Desiree, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you. It's all my fault." I said trying not to let my voice crack.

She put her now boney finger to my lips and hushed me.

"It's not your fault Niall. It's what nature wanted to happen. It's just meant to be." She said.

"No, no it's not." I protested. "The old you wouldn't say that she'd keep fighting until she won."

"I'm still me. But I've fought, and this time it won. I can't fix it, it is what it is." She said.

The monitor told me her heartbeat was slowing down.

"Don't leave me Desiree don't!" I said.

"I'm sorry....Do me a favor."

"What is it?"

"Never change...for me...." She whispered.

She glanced at the monitor. Her heartbeat was getting even slower.

"Please don't." I begged.

"I-I....love....y-y-you..." She whispered.

Her heartbeat finally dropped. No more words were spoken. She closed her eyes and took her final breath. She was gone. All I could do, was nothing. I couldn't bring her back. One of my tears landed on her fragile hand. The doctor then came in and brought her blue blanket to her face. It finally hit me.

"No." I whispered.

I kissed her hand and ran out of the room. I ran outside into the bright daylight. The world didn't deserve to be lit up so beautifully on a day like today.

"Why!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Why!"

I fell to my knees and sobbed. I sobbed and sobbed. It was endless. She was my joy. My happiness. My smile. She was my life. She would brighten anybody's day with that smile of hers. You could lost in those brown beautiful eyes of hers.

Every touch would make me shiver. Every kiss would make me smile. Her laugh could make you laugh for no reason. She was my life. Now she's gone. No, she wasn't. She wasn't gone. She couldn't be. I just took her to the hospital for a check up and she's fine. She's at the car waiting for me. She can't wait to go to our flat, and have some ice cream and snuggle up.

She would then make the boys and I lemonade while we're at the studio. She would joke with Louis and help Liam with his kids. She would help Zayn with his smoking habits and help Harry with his cat. Then she would sing with me. Those beautiful pipes, she had.

She's just waiting for me. This was a dream.

No Niall this is real. She's gone

I looked around. She was nowhere in sight. No trace of her anywhere. This was real. She was gone. I turned to see the boys, catching up to me. Their cheeks were tear stained too. She was gone.