They Don't Know About Us

Take It All Away Like This - Chapter 66

*PAIGES POV*
The funeral was horrific. Don't get me wrong everyone was so kind an the ceremony was perfect for my little Justin. But then my parents arrived and Shelbys speech. I just wanted to crawl into a corner and stay there, hidden in the dark, for the rest of my life. I feel the same now, I guess, but I need to stay strong for Niall, Demetria and the others. Everyone had left the church, found in Winsford, my home town, well almost everyone. Once my sons body was slowly dropped deeper and deeper into the cold, hard soil, I released myself from Niall, handed him Demetria and crossed my legs in front of the seven foot deep hole where Justin's corpse now stays forever. It sounds bad I know. Thankfully, everyone decided to leave me, all my friends touched my shoulder and whispered reassuring messages into my ear but I stay motionless. Staring endlessly into the dark pit. Niall sits beside me, cradling Demi in his arms. "Paige...I" he begins to say but stops when he runs out of possible words which would make this any less painful, for either of us. "It's okay Niall. He's safe now. Nothing can hurt him." I whisper. He see him nod his head in the corner of my eye. "C'mon babe, lets go. It's getting cold and it isn't good for you or Demi." Niall says and he begins to wrap his free arm round me as a guard. I hesitate quickly "But..but Niall! He'll be alone! I can't leave him! I can't leave my son Niall! Our son! He's alone in there! Cold. Lost. Confused. And...and forgotten! We can't forget him Niall! Please tell me we won't forget him!" I scream as loud as my lungs will allow, begging for someone up there to hear me and give me my son back. "Oh Paige, baby, Justin will never be forgotten do you hear me! We'll never forget him! No one will! Ever! And he's not alone! He'll never be alone again. He's up there with the angels." Niall replies, pointing his finger at the sky, trying to make me understand. I eventually manage to return my breathing to normal and walk back to the car. Next stop. Moving on.

I don't anyone else that night. After all the traveling from the US, to Manchester, to Winsford and then to our new, temporary, home in Ireland. I just want to collapse into the sheets of our queen sized bed but before I do. I walk into the nursery, drag Demi's cot into our overly sized room and set it next to me. Nialls asleep at this point, but he's so restless. Once I've tucked Demi in, I turn around gently, run my hands through his beautiful blonde died hair, revealing his natural brown roots and kiss his cheek. He smiles and suddenly falls into unconsciousness. I sit in bed, leaning my restless head on the bedstead. I stare up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what my next step is. When do we go from here? That's when I remember. I've not checked my phone in weeks. I've been too scared to see how people..fans, have reacted to the...crisis. I hit the power button and find that I have over one thousand twitter notifications. "Jesus." I mumble to myself as I scroll through the endless list of tweets saying how sorry they are for mine and Niallers loss. How they hope that Demi is okay. I even find that "#RIPJustinJHoran" is trending. Somehow this makes me smile. How all of One Directions' fans care so much about someone who they don't know. Sadly, where there's fans, there's going to be haters. And haters being the operative word. Some people have said terrible things about Justin. Telling everyone how happy they are that he died. Hoping that One Direction suffer. The grip on my phone tightens and I can't help but throw my phone at the wall and scream into my pillow. Why are people so cruel? How do they live with themselves knowing that they've said things they can never take back. I know if any of the lads or my friends see those tweets they will loose it more than I have. I think about blocking the emotionless bitches and deleting the tweets but that'll only take them away from the Internet. They'll still be printed into my mind. Without thinking I get out of bed, pick up my phone and begin tweeting. It isn't easy saying what I want to say in less thank one hundred and sixty characters but I have to say this. I send two tweets. The first, a thank you to everyone for their support and gratitude and for their gifts to Demi. The second, is just a single sentence. You have no idea how much words can effect a person and their family. Just as my tweets are sent and my phone is back to lying face down on the table, Demi wakes up in a hysterical crying fit. Niall jumps into a sitting position. "Ive got it!" He says, sounding surprising awake. But before he can even get one foot out of bed and cradling her in my arms "It's okay babe, I'm always awake. I've got her, go back to sleep." I whisper sweetly. "Are you sure? Because I can help.." He asks.
"Don't worry. If she needs her nappy changing I'll wake you up." I reply sarcastically. He laughs slightly and falls back into the duck feather pillow. Asleep.