5 Lost Directions Continued...

Chapter 37

AN: If you haven't read the beginning of 5 Lost Directions please do so before reading this. It will make much more sense :) Now as cpluckygirl always use to say. Read on my readers who read!

Niall's POV:

Fuck. That's the only word I can manage to think right now. I'm being tossed every which way from Dan's awful driving, making my tied up body uncontrollable, and my head smack the door. My nose has stopped bleeding, but I can still feel the warmth of my blood running down the side off my face from the gash on my forehead. I swear, throughout this whole ordeal I've lost more blood in one month then most would lose in a year. However my own wellbeing is the last thing on my mind. I'm more worried about Harry. I know Dan fucking stabbed him with the same knife he tried to use on me, but I don't know how bad it is.

Somewhere throughout all the twists and turns we've made in this hell van, Harry fell off of me and down onto the floor. He hasn't said a word, but then again neither have I, other then spitting a few profanities at Dan when we first started driving.

I try and turn my body into a better position so I can look down at my injured brother. He's lying on his back. Eyes wide and fixated on the roof, while his hand is placed carefully by his wound. The only sign that tells me he's alive is his unsteady breathing. "Harry?" I whisper quiet enough for only him to hear.
Nothing.
My heart begins to beat fast as the all to familiar feeling of panic finds its way into my mind.

That's when I notice something I can't believe I missed. Blood. A lot of Blood. Pooling around Harry's body, and just like a brick wall, the strong metallic smell of the crimson liquid hits me. I fight back a gag and look towards the source. The damn hunters knife lodged in the side of Harry's thigh. I've gotta help him. If he loses anymore blood he'll...die. God I hate thinking about it, but it's the truth.

I start wiggling my wrists to try and loosen the ropes around them. My skin starts to burn from the friction, but I don't let up. I know I can get out. Sadly, I've been tied up tighter then this before. Keeping my eye on Dan, and giving my right wrist one last good pull, and... YES! My hands are free! Slowly but swiftly I move them to my side. Carful not to catch Dan's attention. Still lying on my side, I bring my ankles up to my back so I'm able to untie them, but still keep the rope lying over top of them, so that if Dan does look back he won't notice that I've managed to free myself.

Grabbing the edge of the seat, I pull myself over the edge a little so I can get to Harry.

"Harry?" I repeat again, while putting my fingers under his chin to check his pulse. It's fast but at least it's there.

"Ni-Niall..." He manages to make out. Not moving his eyes from the ceiling.

"I'm right here buddy! It's okay! Your gonna be alright!" I whisper a little to loud, but luckily Dan didn't hear.

"I'm gu- gonna d-die. Aren't I?"

"NO Harry! I'm not letting that happen!" I whisper a little louder. If he gives up on himself and blacks out I.. I don't know what I'd do!

Harry's POV:

I'm gonna die. The blood won't stop coming, and I know if I take out the knife it'll only make matters worse. Besides, I don't think I have the energy to move anymore. All I can do is lie here and look at the roof of the van. I want to look over at Niall. More than anything else right now, but it's like I can't control my body. I've lost all power to my limbs, and the sharp pain from the knife is now distant. Almost as if the pain is drifting further away with every drop of blood I loose, and now I'm frozen in the position of a dead guy. Ironic huh? Flat on my back, arms by my side, and legs straight out making my boots touch the door on the opposite side of the van.

Fuck Dan. Fuck this whole thing. Right from the beginning our plan was a mess. As soon as that Tv shut off and Jim appeared... Jim. God, as much as I want to say he deserved the bullet, I can't bring myself to admit it. Even after everything he did to me. To the boys! He kidnapped us, took us from our homes, our families, our fans...our lives. He ruined our lives, but he didn't end them. He could've, but to him, keeping us alive was just more money in his and Dan's pocket.

I wonder if Dan knows that his partner in crime is no longer with us, but more importantly, I wonder if he knows that I'm responsible.

AN: I'm sorry hehe but I'm gonna end it hear. I just really wanted to start it and this was the best I could do at 2 in the morning lol. So just bare with me and I solemnly promise the next chapter will be longer and more detailed since, you know we're in the middle of a chase scene. Until next time... Later guys! <3