Adopted by 1D

Niall's POV
I watched Husky go limp. Her stomach stopped rising with each breath. I rushed over to her bed and placed two fingers against her neck. No pulse. I gave Louis a worried look. I linked my fingers together and pushed her stomach down, trying to get her back. Louis gripped her hand tightly. He really cared about her, no matter how long he'd known her. Eventually she started breathing on her own. She had a pulse. I sat on the floor and leaned against the bed. Liam, Harry and Zayn had already gone back to the kitchen. I realised that I was shaking. Husky could have died. We could have lost her. Louis never let go of her hand. I think out of all of us, he loved her the most. I stood up and left, leaving Louis to his own devices.
Louis' POV
Husky woke up two minutes after she died. I squeezed her hand, never wanting to let go. Husky smiled at me, but her face dropped when she saw my expression.
'I stopped breathing, didn't I?' she asked. I nodded slowly.
'I'm sorry. I had a flashback nightmare. I stopped breathing at the time, so I did in my nightmare. I would have started breathing again in a minute,' she said, squeezing my hand back. I forced a smile. '
We've got a concert tonight! You're coming, so last night Harry and Zayn bought you some clothes. Go get dressed, we leave in half an hour!' I said, trying to lighten the mood. Toni smiled at me. The first real smile I had ever seen from her. I gave her a genuine smile and left the room happy.
Husky's POV
I looked at the outfit and squealed in delight. I had never been given anything my whole life, and now these boys had gotten me amazing clothes! I placed my hand to my chest to stop myself from hyperventilating. I changed in the bathroom and looked in the mirror. No matter how good the clothes were, I still looked as ugly as ever. I frowned at my reflection and left the room, feeling cheated. These boys were so nice to me, and they made me feel as though they wanted me. All the feelings were lies. Nobody cared. I knew that I wanted to die. To jump from the highest building. To swallow all the pills I could find. To pull the trigger of a gun pressed to my head. To hang by my neck form the rafters. Anything to get away from these lies.
I stared out the tinted windows of the car. Everything that we passed held new ways that I could end my life. I could jump from the water tower. I could steal a rifle. I could steal a rope from a barn. I could hide in the chemists after they've closed. So many ways, but none of them I could reach. I tried to clear my mind from suicidal thoughts, but it didn't work.
'Where did you get that scar on your neck?' asked Liam, completely unaware of what I was thinking. I frowned.
"When my father killed my adoptive family, he tried to kill me. I wish he'd managed,' I said. Shit. I said that last bit aloud. Everyone was staring at me, except Louis, who was driving. He frowned at the road. Harry curled his arms around me. '
Please, don't ever wish that. Please,' he begged, pressing his lips to the top of my head. I didn't answer. I wasn't going to lie to them. Liam noticed that I hadn't answered. He squeezed my hand, but I shook my head. I wasn't going to promise Harry the impossible. All the guys frowned and looked away. Louis looked upset. He was good at faking.
By the time we had reached the arena, the boys were in good spirits. I was glad that they seemed to forget what I said in the car. I held Louis' hand as we pushed through the crowd. This time, the comments were worse. I felt like breaking down. I didn't. For the guys sake. They thought I wasn't listening to what the fans said, but I was. And it hurt.
We waited backstage before the concert. The boys were having some push-up competition and invited me to join in. I only accepted because I am AMAZING at push-ups. The boys stopped, one by one, each falling to the ground. I wasn't even puffed. Eventually Louis sat on my back, so I fell onto my stomach. After a laugh about it, a light started flashing. The boys were due on stage. I frowned once they left. I would be alone backstage for the next 3 hours.
It was 10 minutes until the end of the concert, and I was starting to get fidgety. I walked around the room a few times, and it distracted me from time. And noise. I didn't hear the entry door open. I felt a rough hand hold my arms behind my back. I smelt the alcohol and knew instantly who it was.
'LOUIS!' I screamed, only to have my mouth covered with another hand. I felt cold metal press against my lips. He was holding a knife.

Notes

Husky's outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_391/set?id=120016182