~Louis~

Words cannot describe the aching misery and pain that refuses to leave me. I'm not even sure if it's a pain anymore, or simply a raging anger that my body cannot handle any longer.

Every time I close my eyes, I only see open eyes staring back at me lifelessly. I'm unsure of what was going through my mind except for the utter horror.

I remember hearing a woman calling out for help. Her cry was worried and stricken with fear. In reality, I didn't want to aid her because I feared the possibility of being identified. But the man in me told me that this was no time to be selfish. Never mind the fact that someone was so desperate that they called out for anyone, but her voice made my blood run cold. So I made my way over to her, and saw her body hunched over another's. Worriedly, I rushed over, and stopped dead in my tracks when I finally caught sight of the poor victim.

I inhaled a sharp intake of breath and went rigid. My head swam with different scenarios to make sense of this unbelievable reality. But nothing could justify or make me understand this. There she was, broken and stripped of her clothing. I have imagined her standing before me shed of fabric, for I am male, but not like this. This disgusted me. How could this happen?!

Mindlessly I dropped to my knees not stopping to wince at the pain flushing through my body from the impact, and took her body from the stranger's hands. I couldn't bring myself to touch her face thinking that if I did, it would crumble beneath my touch turning to ash before my eyes. Curiously, I fingered her knotted hair. My heart snapped in two when I looked at her eyes staring back at me blankly, completely unseeing. She didn't know I was here. She didn't know that I came for her.

"Maci," I whimpered, praying she'd come to me. I repeated her name once more and heard my voice pathetically crack and go up an octave higher. I noticed the lady who thankfully discovered Maci dispatched herself from us and was chattering away on the phone, most likely requesting feds and doctors to come at once. I did not catch her words as I watched Maci's weak lips pull into a tight upwards position. I think she was...I think she was smiling. I ignored my earlier hesitation and placed my warm hands on her cold face feeling warmth spread through my body. Hope flushed through me as I searched for any sign of life.

"Louis," she breathed. I sucked in a breath.

"Yes, love I'm here. You're ok..oh god, Maci." I whispered, bringing her fragile body to mine, rocking us slightly. Tragically, I felt her breathing, that was once quiet and slow, became nonexistent entirely. I froze and felt her soft heartbeat stop suddenly. I pulled away from her, and stared with shocked eyes.

She was dead.

She was dead.

Maci was dead.

Sirens rang out loudly, and soon people were eagerly moving around me to assist her. I still held onto her, but felt myself being pried away from her. I vigilantly fought against them like a child fighting for their favorite blanket. Angry tears slipped out of my eyes and I became weak. I no longer had the strength to fight against them, but seeing her body lying on the ground completely naked enraged me. They, complete strangers, should not be allowed to witness this beautiful creature.

People managed to rip me off of her and refrained me from springing back to her side.

I sat there watching numbly with blood pounding in my ears as they tried to revive her.

"Clear!" I watched as they pressed cold metal to her body and electricity strike her empty body, shaking it madly. The color in her cheeks did not return, however. And her open eyes did not see. I tried to move my legs and go to her but my feet felt like a million pounds underneath me. Bodies swarmed around scuffling, wandering, running and I can no longer see her; a woman tried to usher me away, but her kind gesture turns firm for she drags me by wrist away. My head does not turn with the direction of my body as I try to keep her in sight until it is impossible.

I tried forcefully to reach her again, to hold her and hope I can hear her lips speak my name once more. A little too roughly, I wiggle my way out of the woman's grip and take long strides to her. My gaze is dead set, and I am almost there. But a large body blocks my way. He is answered with my fiery eyes pinning him in place. He may have had the height advantage on me but my authority in the situation was obvious.

He tested my patience further by placing a firm hand on my chest. I glanced down angrily and eyed the limb. The monster in me threatened to bite it off, but I willed myself to be reasonable. This is a critical time, her life depended on it. I'm sure they didn't want photographers, or anxious fans to make a sudden appearance when they learn where I am. It may be late at night, the moon may be up waking the night's creatures, and children tucked safely into their beds, but the city never sleeps.

I regretfully sent one last look at the dead girl on the ground before I turned my back on her.

"We've got a heartbeat!" Someone behind me roared. One would normally fall to their knees and cry out in joy. Or they would rush back in hopes to see their loved one waking. But I only smirked knowingly. Maci was far too much of a fighter to let go. She was stubborn, and even in the face of Death, she denies him because she refuses to go that easily. For once, I actually appreciate her hard head.

Because it's the only thing keeping her alive.

~~~

I sit in the hospital accompanied by Zayn, Harry, and Liam awaiting news on the hazel eyed beauty fighting for her life. Unfortunately, Niall and Sam left for Europe and could not be reached.

The walls were painted an ugly pale green. I cringed at the sickening color - ironically enough the color of sickness could be this green in particular. The floors had tiles that could be seen in my grandmum's kitchen, bland and cracked, and the aroma of death spun around my head like vultures around a carcass.

"Lad, you haven't had anything to eat in a while. Go on. I'll fetch ya if there's any news," I hear Harry mumble. I turned to my best mate and am about to refuse the ridiculous idea but stop short when I see the worry in his emerald eyes. He is completely worried for my well-being; he is always there to protect me even though I tell him it's unnecessary. But that's just how our relationship works. I meekly nod and wander through the halls. I know I am supposed to refuel and eat something, but my feet seem to obtain their own mind. They lead me through empty halls and catch a few conversations here and there. I wince as I hear goodbyes, beeps going silent, and wails of misery. A cold front washes over me and instantly my face pales. Peeking into a nearby room, I spot a man bent over a frail looking old woman weeping silently, his shoulders shaking in sync with his sobs. The monitor next to her beeps slowly, whilst her lover whispers kind things to her unhearing ears. The beeps finally give out. And the man drops his head to his hands as he grieves over the woman.

I turn on my heel and rush to find an empty room, desperate to flee the tragic scene. Shutting the door behind me, I slide against the cold wood making my way to the horrendous tiles. Snap out of it, Tomlinson! You mustn't fall apart now! I tell myself, smacking my sweaty palms to my forehead, also layered with sweat. Without a moments hesitation, I shut my eyes to finally allow them to rest. But sleep did not grant an appearance, so I sat in solitude reliving the nightmare I wish was only that - a nightmare. Not reality, just a figment of my wild imagination that haunts my sleep.

My phone chooses this exact moment to ring loudly interrupting my quiet surroundings. I groan quietly before reading my incoming text with wide eyes.

From: Harry Styles
Lou, a doc's asking for you. I think they have some news on Mac.

That was all it took for me jump up from my position, and bolt out the door. I arrived to Harry and the others in no time to see they were all standing up. My eyes scanned looking for a doctor, and saw a tired man waiting patiently for me. I look to him expectantly.

"She's in critical condition. Three broken ribs, a broken jaw, and we are unsure how, but she's lost a lot of blood. From the looks of it, she was cut deeply in her side." He tells me once I am close enough to hear his soft voice. I growl menacingly at the thought of the sick person who committed this crime. "But, we are convinced she will make a full recovery. It will be painful, but she will get better," he told me reassuringly. I softened only a tad, and stiffly nodded. I heard him drone on about Maci's injuries, but I can't bring myself to listen to the gruesome details anymore.

"She should be waking soon. The pain killers will have worn off, so she'll be in pain. But she'll be awake. Only one can go in, we wouldn't want to overwhelm her." The doctor murmured. This captures my attention, and I snap my head up to meet his forest green hue eyes. My feet stay firmly in place even though I am ordering them to go to her. I hear Liam clear his throat behind me, and feel him give my shoulder a hard pat. I know this is more of an order to walk than encouragement, so I trudge slowly to the door.

I walk in quietly, and see Maci sleeping peacefully on the mattress. Stalking over to her silently, I resist the urge to climb into the bed with her and hold her as she sleeps. Instead, I sit beside her, take her feeble hand in mine, and stroke the bruises covering it soothingly. My lips turn down in a frown when I see just how much of her is covered in blue.

Looking at her, completely disheveled, and vulnerable makes my heart constrict. Maci's nostrils vibrate softly as puffs of air leave them, and her chest falls and rises evenly. Her eyes are the only thing about her that do not stir, the remain motionless. Her knotted and damp brown hair cascades over her pale face that is patched with blue. I see her makeup is smeared making her look like a raccoon, and her cracked lips are pulled down into a frown. But yet I have never seen a more beautiful human walk this earth. Call me crazy, but the only word to describe her is angelic. She has a glow that radiates around her that is utterly inhuman, and draws me to her. I can practically feel myself continuously caring for her more and more with each breath.

I find myself completely giddy and happy if the thought of seeing her crosses my mind. It confuses me greatly how she could have an effect on me so, but she calms me. When she is around me, it's like my entire world slows down and rolls convivially down the so called roller coaster of life.

What seemed like eternity was actually twenty minutes, and before I knew it, my eyelids were dropping. Sleep was threatening to overcome me, but I resisted it as much as I could. My attempts were pitiful because soon, sleep claimed me whilst my hand remained attached to Maci's. I was dropped into a rapturous sleep filled with smiling hazel eyes, and a lively Maci.

Notes

Hello, beautiful people! How are you today? Are you well? Not so well? I hope you're well. Sorry for any mistakes, or if it's crap. It's like three a.m. and I'm tired and didn't know how to finish this. This was more of a filler chapter, so again I apologize for the crappiness. It should get interesting, I guess soon.

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