Don't Let Me Go ~ N.H.

Niall’s POV

The lads and I got to the hospital at about five thirty that afternoon. “Hi, we’re here to see Carlie Jennings,” I said to the receptionist. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“She’s in the ICU.”

“Thanks, love.” We all went to the ICU, and once there, I wanted to cry. Carlie was hooked up to a heart monitor, a breathing machine, and an IV. I could also tell she had a broken left leg, as it was in traction. There was also a bandage around her head.

“Carlie, I never should’ve let that girl kiss me. It was beyond my control. I don’t want you to die. I want you to live to see our wedding day. In fact, I got you this.” I pulled out the engagement ring I got her and gently put it on her left ring finger. “Will you marry me, love?” I kissed her on the lips and walked away.

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Aubrey’s POV

I was sound asleep with Harry’s arms wrapped around me (the guys and I had checked into a hotel) when I heard a knock at the door. I got up to answer it and revealed John.

“JOHN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” I asked.

“You will NOT speak to me like that, young lady!” John said, knocking me out with his fist.

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I woke up in the basement of my old house. I was tied to a chair, and there was blood coming from…somewhere. I was also gagged with a cloth. I tried to scream for Harry, but it came out muffled.

“SHUT UP, BITCH!” I felt the tip of a gun on my forehead and knew that voice came from John. “Your little boyfriend can’t help you! He’s probably too busy with his shitty boy band!”

“Why are you doing this to me?!” I freaked through the cloth.

“You put me in jail, bitch, and now you’re gonna pay!”

“NOT SO FAST!” I heard someone say in a British accent.

A light turned on, and I saw Harry and the guys standing there.

“Aha! So, your little boyfriend DID come, and he brought his shitty boy band with him!” John sneered, turning his gun towards Harry. “Say another word, bitch, and you can say goodbye to your little boyfriend.”

Liam proceeded to kick him where it hurt, and Harry came to my rescue, untying me and removing the cloth from my mouth.

“Oh, thank God you’re alright!” Harry said to me. “I was so worried about you!”

“Aw, Harry…” I said, embracing and kissing him on the lips. We proceeded to make out until I heard a gunshot. Then, Harry fell face down on the floor.

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