Darren’s POV
I was standing outside in the freezing cold. I’m definitely not used to England weather, I miss LA. Finally the black van stopped in front of me. The door slid open, “Get in little boy, we have candy.” Zayn said, laughing. I laughed and climbed in next to him. Across from me was this beautiful girl. “Hey there.” I said. “Hi Darren. I’m Sam.” She reached her hand out, and as I shook it, the van slid across the road and we tumbled over. “Is everyone ok?” Paul asked, ripping open the van door. “Head count,” Liam started. “Zayn?” he asked. “Yup.” “Good, Louis?” “Alive and kicking.” “Niall?” Silence, “Niall? Ni?!” A silence fell over the van. “Crap! Ok, Harry?” “Yeah,” Harry said, sadly. “Darren?” “Yup, the Boy Who Lived lives.” “Sam?” More silence. I suddenly got scared, where were Niall and Sam? Where they ok? Paul pulled us out one by one. “Look, blonde hair…” I trailed off, pointing towards the trunk. “Niall? Come on mate, be ok.” Liam pleaded. Despite the situation, we all smiled at the Niam moment. Just then, we heard a scream coming from the distance. “Help please!! LOUIS!!! LIAM!!” Louis’ head popped up, “Sam! I’m coming!” He went in the direction of the noise with 2 security guards.

Sam’s POV
The van flipped and I clung to Niall. All at once, my dad appeared. He punched Niall in the knee, dislocating it for the 11th time this year, then knocked him out. His hand went over my mouth before I could scream and he roughly dragged me out. “Did you really think you’d get away? You forgot that you have a chip in you like a little bitch. You try to cut it out and you’ll bleed to death.” I bit his hand and screamed for Louis and Liam. I wanted my family, I wanted to be saved. I shut my eyes and waited for the blow. But it didn’t come. “Open your eyes, he’s gone.” Louis said. I opened my eyes and found myself in his arms. I clung to him and cried, “He’ll be back.” He held me tighter, “I’ll protect you, always.” He kissed my forehead and we walked away. I fell asleep as he carried me, I felt safe. When I woke up, we were in a hospital. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Niall’s in surgery, for his knee.” Louis said. “Again.” Liam added. Oh, I thought. “Ok, do you want to see him, or stay here?” Harry asked. “I’ll wait.” I said. They all nodded and I watched them leave. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in. I knew I was being stupid, but I gripped my dad’s pocketknife and cut into my arm, right in the vein. I pulled the chip out, flushed it and fell to the floor. My last thoughts were, I’m sorry Niall, I’m so fucking sorry.