When i woke up in the morning, Niall was no longer next to me, but I would hear him singing love is easy by McFly in the shower. When I stood up, I winced. Niall fucked me so hard last night, I would barely walk.
When I was finlly able to walk again, I strolled over to make tea. I made two teas and then walked back into the bedroom to get changed. I heard Niall get out of the shower and walk into the kitchen. Then all of a sudden I heard yelling. Niall wasn't the only on in the kitchen.
That's when I head Josh's voice. "Where is she?!" He yelled at Niall.
"She… She went to the shops." Niall lied. He was clearly in pain as I heard him sobbing.
Josh ran upstairs looking for me. I rushed to Niall and kneeled next to him. Josh had cut Niall's ankle with a knife.
"Natalie. You have to leave. He has a knife." Niall stammered.
"Not without you!" I said firmly, but quietly. I heard Josh coming down the stairs. I tried to pull Niall with me, but he made me leave without him.
"Hide!" He whispered.
I hid in the cupboard and called Paul. I tried to be as quiet as possible. "Paul… Josh is here! Niall is hurt! Hurry! Bring the police and an ambulance," I whispered.
"I'm coming to save you!" Said Paul.
I was being as quiet as possible, but obviously it wasn't quiet enough. Josh flung the cupboard door and I saw his giant knife in his hand. Josh had a crazed look in his eyes as he ran at me.
I dodged his knife and tried to run out the room, but Josh blocked off the exit. He backed me into a corner. I was crying like crazy. Not because I was scared and not because I didn't want to die. But because I didn't know what Josh was going to do with Niall.
Josh ran at me as I stood in the corner. He stabbed the side of my stomach and I yelped. The knife went right in. At that point, the police ran into the room and tackled Josh to the ground.
Naill hobbled in as fast as he could with help from Paul. He looked at me scared, as he saw my drained, white face and dark eyes. He saw me clutching the knife in my side and the blood seeping all over my clothes.
I whimpered and collapsed on the floor. I passed out.
Niall let go of Paul and tried to run to me. Instead, he collapsed on the floor also. He tried to crawl over to me, but he couldn't. He began to cry. At that point, the paramedics ran in. They put me on a stretcher and carried me to the ambulance.
Niall traveled the whole way with me, holding my hand, but I didn't realize it. I was losing blood fast and needed to get to the hospital, ASAP or I would die.
Niall already had a bandage wrapped around his ankle and crutches to help him walk, so the first thing on his mind was me.
Paul sat next to Niall, patting me on the knee. Niall rested his head on my legs while still holding my hand. “Please don’t die Natalie. I need you. I love you,” he said, crying hysterically as Paul patted him on the back.
When I arrived at the hospital, it was a mad rush. I had to go into an immediate operation to assure my living. The last thing I saw before I was put to sleep was Niall standing on the other side of the wall. Crying hysterically.

There was only a fifty-fifty chance of me surviving. I didn't know weather I could survive. I didn't care about myself. I just wanted Niall to be ok.
When I was put under, I saw flashbacks. Flashbacks of me and Niall. Having fun. Enjoying each other's company. Loving each other. Then the pictures in my mind were drowned out by a bright, bright light. I had seen this happen in movies. It was heaven. I knew what was going to happen. I knew I was going to die.