Piano keys belting out there sweet tunes like weeping angels.
An empty house, an empty heart.
This house, it held so many memories, he smelt her perfume wherever he went.
He imagined her laughing while he watched the Saturday cartoons that they used to watch together.
"My god Demi, I miss you." Tears stream down Niall's face as he breaks down in sobs.
He knows its been almost a year but she was just so important to him , the love of his life.
He hadn't talked to anyone much , being that he couldn't step a foot outside the house, feeling like if he did it would be like he was leaving her.
Everytime he closed his eyes, it was like he was seeing her beautiful face crack into a smile all over again.
Why, God, did she have to die? She was the sweetest and most loving human being he knew.
He loved her so god damned much it hurt. It still does.
A knock sounded at the door which made him jump out of his daze, wipe his tears, and run to answer the door. Swinging it open he saw no other than Zayn. He was Demi's brother and was one of the only ones who truly understood how he was reacting about losing Demi.
Zayn looked at him sadly and said, "Come with me, Niall. The boys and I want to take you out."
Niall shook his head no and said, "I-I cant, mate. I just feel like I cant."
"But You can! Demi wouldn't want you to be like this. You know that."
He let out a shaky breath but knew Zayn was right. "Fine. Let me get dressed."
Twenty minutes later he was driving towards a club with the boys in the car.
"A strip club?!" Niall yelled. Liam gripped his shoulder and said, "To get your mind off things, just try it, lad." Niall sighed and walked in after them.
Strippers danced on poles, waitresses dressed in skimpy outfits prowled around the club filled with desperate sex-hungry men who disgustingly stick their money into some of the strippers' panties quite rudely.
Louis plopped Niall on a seat and said, "Enjoy yourself."
Then the real show started.
Out came a very absolutely gorgeous woman. Bronze locks to her waist, striking blue eyes, pouty red lips, and a very skimpy outfit on her curvaceous body. She gripped the dance pole with her hands and began to dance dirty against it. Every man whistled, except Niall.
Niall sat there silently, taking the woman in.
Her beauty was so bright it hurt his eyes but he couldn't help but stare at the angel.
And then all of a sudden, Demi wasn't on his mind at that moment.