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Possibilities.

CLAIRE'S POV

"Are you sure it's a good idea?" I asked Niall looking at his car.

He nodded, "Yes, I'm sure. Marty and I need protection, and Luke is the perfect guy for it."

I guess he was right, he did need someone to look after him. Luke seemed trustworthy, and now that he no longer works for Harry he needs a job. Niall offered him one, so there we go.

"I'm just worried, that's all. I mean, I trust Luke, it's just people got to you once I'm afraid it'll happen again." I hugged Niall tightly, "I love you, Niall. Please be safe."

He gave me a tight squeeze, "You too, Claire. Please be careful, and I love you too." We pulled away and Niall looked past me over at Louis who was waiting by the car. "Take care of her." He told him.

Louis managed to give Niall a firm nod and a half smile, "Of course. Take care."

Niall nodded back and walked to his car. Marty was in the back seat tugging at Luke's hair, but once Niall was inside the car, Marty stopped. He looked out the window over at me with wide eyes.

"Wait! Auntie Claire!" He screeched. Luckily, Niall hadn't started the car yet. Marty opened the door and ran out, stumbling over himself. He wrapped his fragile arms around my thighs, "I'll miss you."

I smiled down at him, "I'll miss you too little guy. But hey, I'll see again sometime. Take care of your daddy okay?"

He pulled away and nodded, "Okay." He looked over at Louis and grinned, "Uncle Louis!"

I furrowed my eyebrows for a second. Uncle Louis. I turned and looked at Louis who also looked a little surprised at being called Uncle, but the look in his eyes told me that he didn't really mind being called that.

"Hey Marty!" He clenched his jaw when Marty jumped up into him. I forgot about how much pain he's probably in right now.

I watched as Marty hugged Louis and buried his head into Louis' neck. Louis looked at me with an expression that said 'what is going on?'. I shrugged and walked over to the two of them.

"Marty, it's time for Uncle Louis and I to go." I said while trying to take him off of Louis.

He went limp and I carried him back to Niall's car. He had a pouty face while I buckled him in his booster seat. With one more official goodbye, Niall drove off with a sad Marty.

I walked back over to the car where Louis was waiting in the driver's seat, and an unconscious Harry in the backseat. I really didn't want Harry to be with us on the long car ride back, but Louis said he needed to bring him back with us.

"Are you sure you're okay to drive?" I questioned while sitting down.

Louis looked over at me, "Am I dead?"

"Well, no."

"Then I'm fine." He started the engine and sped off, a cloud of dust flying behind us.

"I think I should drive now." I said again, Louis has been yawning non stop for an hour now.

He shook his head, "I'm not tired."

"Yes you are, Louis we have a GPS, I think I'll be okay. You need to sleep." Louis looked sick, he looked like he hasn't slept in days now.

After a few more minutes of arguing, Louis pulled over and we switched seats. Before I released the break, he handed me his hand gun.

"What's this for?"

He looked back at Harry, "He may be tied up, but just in case."

I gladly took the gun and put it under my leg so it wasn't obvious that I was armed. I released the break and continued to drive down the long road ahead of us. It wasn't long until I heard heavy and even breaths next to me.

Louis was out like a light, and I was glad. It's been a long day for all of us, Louis especially. I turned the radio on low so I had something other then the wind and engine go listen to.

I instantly regretted turning on the radio, because I heard shuffling behind me. I glanced in the review mirror and saw that the devil himself was awake. I pretended not to notice, but I did speed up.

"Why hello Claire!" He cheered.

I ignored him and turned the radio up two notches hoping he'd take a hint. Of course that was stupid of me to think he would, because he's Harry and he loves to provoke.

"That was rude," He sighed, "Why am I tied up?"

"Are you that stupid to think that we wouldn't take precautions after what you put us all through?" I quietly spoke, hoping not to wake Louis.

I glanced in the review mirror and Harry made eye contact with me. "Where did you learn to defend yourself like that?"

"Where do you think?"

"I think you learned it from the one and only." He replied.

I fake gasped, "Wow you're a genius."

"Do you hate me, Claire?" Shut the fuck up Harry.

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep myself from shooting Harry in the leg. "Yes I hate you."

"Do you hate me enough to kill me?"

"I know what you're doing, Harry." I glared at him through the middle, then refocused my eyes on the road. "You're trying to psych me out. I can see you trying to untie your ropes, don't try me."

Harry leaned back in the seat, "Impressive. See, when I first met you I didn't think for a split second that you'd turn out like him. But you've proved me wrong."

I rolled my eyes, "Harry why don't you shut up before I shave your head and shoot your knee."

Not a peep came out of him for the rest of the drive.

"Louis." I shook him awake, "Hey, we're here."

He groaned as he stood up, holding his side he opened his door and got out. I followed his actions, but I put the gun in my back pocket because we have to get Harry inside, I don't want him trying anything.

I stretched and opened Harry's door, "Out." I said.

He had a smug look on his face, "Yes ma'am."

He got out and took a deep breath, "Funny, last time I was here I-"

"Shut the fuck up." Louis growled and kicked the back of his leg so Harry fell.

Harry was unable to break his fall since his hands were tied. He spit some dirt that had gotten into his mouth and managed to crawl back onto his knees. I grabbed his collar and helped him stand up.

He followed Louis to the door, Louis knocked on it, and soon Ed's head poked out. "Mate! You're okay! You got Claire, oh, and Harry, I assume."

"Nice to see you, lad. It's nice to see hell didn't break loose while we were gone." He joked.

Ed went tense, "Yeah...uhm what happened to you? You look like shit."

"I feel like shit. Help me get this prick inside." Louis said.

It look awhile, but we managed to get Harry inside. Ed handcuffed him to the ladder, so he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. We all agreed to keep watch on him until Louis did whatever he needed to with him.

"Where's Lyn and Liam?" I asked Ed.

Ed licked his bottom lip, "In their room, uhm guys you need to know something. While you were gone-"

"Claire?" I heard Lyn's voice, "Oh my god! You're okay!"

I ran over to Lyn and gave her a big hug, "Yeah I'm okay!"

"Louis, nice to see you're okay too." Liam said and gave him a hug.

When Lyn pulled away, I was immediately concerned. She was pale, and also looked sick. Her hair was knotted and her eyes were dull.

I didn't hesitate to grab her arm and lock us in my room. "Speak." I said.

Lyn broke down right then and there, she spilled it all. The stroke and the baby's passing. I held her while we both cried on the floor of my room. I was gone while this all happened, she needed a friend not just a boyfriend, but a woman to help her.

I stopped crying for a split second, "What caused to stroke?"

"Ed thinks the baby was unhealthy, it's rare but it can happen." She sniffed.

"Be right back." I stood up and walked out and found Ed.

Louis was hugging Liam, I'm guessing Liam told him what happened. "Ed, got a second?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Lyn told me about the stroke. She said you think the cause was because of the baby's health?" I questioned.

Ed looked a little confused, "Yes, that seems to be the most realistic theory."

"Can head injuries cause strokes?"

He pursed his lips, "Depends on how hard and where the injury was. Why?"

I sighed, "Lyn was knocked out, remember? She was hit with a gun on the back of her head. What if that's the reason?"

"It seems more possible, it would explain a few more things."

"What do you mean by that?"

Ed sighed, "Well if the baby was unhealthy, I'm sure there would be other symptoms. Like Lyn would feel sick, maybe dizziness and weak, minor things at first."

I almost threw the lamp next to me at the wall. Harry was the one who had hit Lyn and knocked her out. So there we have it, Harry killed Lyn's baby.