The Test // One Direction

Chapter 1

Rain plummets to the ground, trenching plants and myself. I run to Liam's car, shrieking.

He opens the door for me, and I throw myself inside and slam the door. He gives me a quick kiss and I brush out my hair as he drives to the concert.

When we get there, we have to run to our seats because the concert has already started.

"Hannah," Liam whispers in my ear, and I smile as the concert blares. He tucks my blonde hair behind my ear.

"Stop." I laugh, pushing him slightly. His eyes dazzle, and I blush.

Liam is so close, everyone shining their lights. The music is around me, it is inside me, it is me. I move to the rhythm and Liam starts singing a long.

Now I'm laughing, as he hits a high note horribly (on purpose).

If I had known this was my last normal night, I would have absorbed every second. But you never know your last time is your last time. You think you have forever. But you don't.

Liam takes my hand as the concert ends. My ears pop and the line won't move fast enough.

Finally we get through, and it's still raining outside. "I'll get the car, sweetness." He squeezes my hand and runs to the parking lot.

We were one of the last people to leave. So now, only a few people are around me now.

Liam's car pulls up and I hop in. I turn on the heater, shaking like no other. My dark skinny jeans are wet, and so is my gray cardigan.

Liam turns to me, waiting for the line of cars to start moving. "Was that fun?"

"Very. They were so good, I miss it already." I smile slightly, and Liam opens his mouth.

But I never hear what he is about to say. I never know what it was. The bullet crashes through the window, shattering it and throwing it everywhere. I scream, and glance at Liam.

He has cuts all over his face, and arms. But even with his dark tshirt, I see the blood. I am screaming something, maybe for help. I can't remember. Liam isn't conscious.

"I need help!" I grab for my phone, but the battery is dead. Just as I drop it, the door to my seat opens.

Someone wraps their arms around me, and my lungs are filled with screams but don't escape.

Cold air finds its away around me, as I'm dragged out of the car. I can't see the man, I can only replay the glass shattering and ear piercing gun shot. Liam must be dead. Right?

Oh, no. Liam can't be dead. He is all I live for. Liam has kept me alive for almost two years, I can't let him die. He is everything.

I kick and fight against the man, but he only punches my gut. I'm screaming. Not for Liam, not for the police, but at the man trying to take me.

The man slams my head against the door and puts a bag over my head. "Got her," He mumbles.

Blood runs into my eyes, a waterfall. I slip into the void, into the darkness of the bag.