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Question.

CLAIRE'S POV

Shit shit shit. My breath was totally uneven, they fucking turned. Liam was currently cussing himself out while driving full speed down the road, dodging cars here and there.

I didn't wanna say anything because it would stress us both out even more. Liam was obviously brainstorming, but one thing I did know what that we were fucked. We can't meet at that cave place because the FBI stays in every state we've been in, great.

Without warning, Liam took a sharp left right into the trees. We were just driving on leaves and old branches, this wasn't even a road. He stopped the car and put his head on the steering wheel.

"Why wasn't I paying attention? Who knows when we'll see them again!" I didn't know if he was talking to me or himself. "What the fuck do I do now?" Liam looked at me, oh he was talking to me.

I cleared my throat, "Well we can't panic," Who was I kidding I didn't know what to do. "Do you know anyone who can hide us or something?"

Liam shook his head at first, but then he looked up at me. "Yes I do! In Oregon, I have an old friend. Genius." He mumbled and started the car, then turned the car around and drove back to the highway.

NIALL'S POV

"Sir, I can assure you no one is here but my son and I." I told the agent for the tenth time.

The agent cracked his knuckles and sent me another glare, "I heard you the first time."

"Then why are you still here?" I asked.

"Just protocol." Lies you bastard.

"Do you have a warrant?" I questioned, they were tearing this place apart, they wouldn't find anything.

"Excuse me? Mr. Horan, you are a prime suspect for hiding the most wanted criminals in America. I don't need a damn warrant." He snapped.

I laughed, "My lawyer and I disagree with that. I'm not even from here and I know the laws here better then you do. No warrant, I have the right to tell you to leave my property."

"I can easily get a warrant in less then a day." Was his reply.

I crossed my arms, "I've been letting you search my home for more then ten minutes. I think if something was here, you would have found it by now. So leave. Now."

The agent sent me another unamusing glare, then he called his team and left. Marty was on the couch holding Fred tightly. I told him not to say anything, I didn't want them questioning my son.

Once I knew they were gone, I kneeled in front of Marty. "You okay?"

He nodded, "Where did Aunty Claire go?"

I sighed, "She had to go. You'll see her again, hopefully. Why don't we watch some TV, yeah?"

Marty nodded and I turned on the TV. I sat next to him and stared at nothing, I was really scared for Claire. I really hope Louis goes through with the plan, those four all deserve a break.

LOUIS' POV

Five hours, five hours of silence and panicking. Lyn and I haven't said much to eachother, what was there to say? The gas tank was almost empty, so hopefully I pass a gas station soon.

My mind kept going over what if's about everything. What if they got caught. What if Liam forgot some weapons and can't protect himself and Claire. What if the FBI found something and Niall and Marty are in trouble.

The same things kept going through my mind, it was eating me alive. The fear that I always dreaded feeling was back, worse then ever too.

My hands were sweaty, I had to keep wiping them on my pants every minute to keep a grip on the wheel. Lyn was passed out in the passenger seat I can't believe she's actually sleeping in this situation. Maybe it's a pregnancy thing.

About twenty minutes later, I saw a gas station and immediately pulled over. I parked next to the pump and filled the gas tank, I paid for the gas and quickly ran into the small shop to grab some food.

I chose some water and chips and such, I didn't want to starve in this crisis. Once everything was done, I walked out and saw Lyn leaning against the car crying.

I ran over to her and put the food in the front seat, "What's wrong?"

"I-I don't know. My stomach is killing me," She cried, "I think something's wrong with the baby."

I froze, what? I didn't know how to deal with this stuff. I barely learned how to deal with girls and such, not a pregnant one. Lyn groaned and almost fell over, I helped her and sat her down.

I grabbed the cold water, "Drink this, maybe it's stress I dunno." Great, more panicking.

Lyn's hand was shaking so I had to help her drink the water. She wasn't bleeding or anything, so it couldn't be a miscarriage, right?

"Uhm, excuse me. Is she alright?" A voice asked from behind me, also a British accent.

I turned my head and looked at the stranger. He looked familiar, but I don't remember where I've seen him. He had red hair so you would think I would remember him.

"Uh, I don't know." I turned back to Lyn hoping he wouldn't recognize me.

The man cleared his throat, "I'm a doctor, I think I can help."

"Oh good," I stood up, "She's pregnant so is it baby related?"

The man kneeled down to her, "How far along are you?" He asked.

Lyn bit her bottom lip, but replied. "Almost a month."

He nodded, "Okay. Now is the pain a sore feeling, or a sharpness?"

"Sharpness."

He looked back at me and smiled. Why the fuck was he smiling? "That's actually a good sign. You see, if it was sore it would have been the beginning of a miscarriage. The sharp feeling has to do with lack of nutrients and fluids. Drink lots of water and eat fresh food, you'll be fine."

Ah, so the water was a good idea. See I can be smart sometimes.

"Thank you." I said to the guy, "Say who the hell are you?"

He laughed, "I'm Ed Sheeran. You're not the only criminal around here, Louis."

Oh right, he stole drugs or something. "What are you doing in Washington?" I asked.

"Heading to Oregon, I have a place there. I've been walking this whole time. Where you headed?"

I shrugged, "To find my partner. FBI got us."

"I'll make a deal with yah. I'll let you stay with me in Oregon if you give me a ride. No bullshit." He held out his hand.

I didn't even know this guy, what the fuck. "Don't think so, mate."

"I just helped your friend and her baby. Doesn't that mean something?" He taunted.

Lyn looked at me, "He's got a point."

"Fine," I faced him, "But you're in the back. The lady is in the front seat."

He nodded, "Fine with me."

CLAIRE'S POV

"Claire?"

"Hmm?"

"How come you and Niall have different last names?" Liam asked after hours of silence.

I bluntly replied, "I changed my name."

"Well yeah. But why?"

I shrugged, "Wanted a fresh start from my life I guess."

"Can I ask why you wanted to leave your old life?" He glanced at me then back at the road.

I guess we're gonna do that weird personal convo and while no one's here. "Well my mom and dad divorced when I was really young, so it didn't affect me. She remarried when I was seven, to Niall's dad. My step dad started drinking and things got pretty bad."

Liam sucked on his bottom teeth, "Ah. How long did this happen?"

"Well let's see. He started when I was nine, and I left when I was sixteen. So a little more than seven years." I shrugged, it wasn't a touchy subject for me really.

"Your mom didn't do anything?" He questioned.

I rolled my eyes, "No. She was too blinded by his sober apologies she forgave him each time. Niall and I didn't. He left when I was fifteen and sent me money so I could eventually leave. A year later, I was free and I found Lyn."

"How'd you find Lyn?"

"That's something you should ask Lyn. I don't want to say anything without her permission."

Liam nodded, "Good friend."

"Your turn. How'd you end up, well here?" I leaned against the window, I was curious.

"Sorta the same thing as you. Except mom started drinking and she left me alone with my dead beat dad. To pass time, I started getting into hacking shit. I started stealing stuff and I eventually got caught. That's how I met Louis." He smiled,
"I was sixteen too."

The rest of the night we just had normal conversations, which was kinda weird.