Niall's POV

"I don't get it, I thought you loved me."
"I do love you, Niall."
"No, you don't, Harry."

"Niall, please open the door." My mother interrupts my thoughts. Hesitantly, I stand up, and walk towards the door. I open it slightly, revealing the body behind the voice.
"Yes, mum?" I ask irritated.
"You need to eat, Niall." She scolds me. "I know the divorce hit you harder than your sister, but you still need to eat." I open the door the full way, finding Perrie standing next to my mother.

Snitch.

"Mum, I-I don't feel to well." I lie.
"Do you need to go to the doctors? We could go right now if you really don't feel well-"
"Mum, I think I just need some rest." I interrupt her.
I don't bother waiting for a response, and close the door in their faces. I make my way to my bed, and close my eyes.

You are doing this to yourself, you know this doesn't have to last forever.

I turn onto my side, ignoring the voice in my head. I look out of the window, and close my eyes again.

You are somewhere out there.
I want to forget what you did to me, not make it worse. I wish I could forget.

Perrie's POV

I lean back on the couch, and continue to text Louis.
"Would it be okay if Louis came over?" I ask my mother, who is sitting to the left of me.
"Have I ever cared if the neighbor boy came over?" She asks confused why I was asking this time.
"Okay, he'll be over soon. He just has to ask Daphne if he's allowed to come over." I hear a creak come from the stairs, which causes me to look over.
"Mummy?" I watch as Buddie sits on my mother's lap.
"Did you wake up, sweetie?" She asks in her incredibly annoying baby voice.
"I can't sleep, mummy." Buddie says groggily. "I heard Ni-all crying."
"Awe, that's so sweet of you to care about your brother! He's fine, honey, go back to bed." She pretends to care.

Sure, he acts like that now, but as soon as she leaves he transforms into the demon's child.

"He's sad, mummy."
"He's okay, Buddie, go back to bed."
"Okay, mummy. Nighty-night." He says before curling up on my mother's lap, and falls asleep.
I feel my phone vibrate from my hands, and read the text message.
"Louis is on his way right now." I say excitedly.
"Okay, is he spending the night tonight?" She asks shocking me.

A boy...Spending the night?

"Uhm, I'm not sure. I can ask-" I am interrupted by a loud gunshot.
My mother, and I stare at each other confused. I am the first one to run out of the house to see what happened. I notice a man laying on the ground, covered in blood.
"Mum!" I shout to get her attention before I run in the middle of the road, being careful not to slip on the ice.
"Louis!?" I shout as I try to pick him up from the ground.
"Perrie, you need to get out of here." Louis lets out.
"N-no, I got you, Louis." I say panicking.
"Perrie, go inside, and make sure everyone is safe. Lock the door, I promise I'll be okay. I p-promise, just get out of here." He says shocking me with how easily he is able to speak
"No-" I shake my head still panicking. I watch as Louis closes his eyes, peacefully. I quickly run into my house, and dial 9-1-1 on my shitty phone.
"Perrie, why did you go out there?" My mother yells at me, watching Daphne exit her house from the window.
I open my mouth expecting words to come out, but I just stand there in full panic mode.
"Hello, this is 9-1-1, what is your emergency?" The operator says on the other side of the line.
I put the phone closer to my ear, and I am unable to make out any words.
My mother takes the phone from my hands and says, "We need an ambulance."
I watch as Daphne tries to pick up her son from the middle of the street. I start to cry, watching her struggle.
"322 Crawford Street." My mother says looking out of the window. She hangs up, and throws the phone down on the couch.
"Stay in here, Perrie. Make sure your brothers are safe, I'll be back." She says before exiting the house, and locking the door.
I take Buddie off the couch, and carry him up the stairs. I lay him in his bed, and run into my bedroom.

No, no, no, no, he's too young to die.

I close my eyes as I hear the sounds of sirens grow louder and louder.

He's back.

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