Kik, Death, and Other Things (One Direction Fanfic) (Kik Me Sequel)

Kik, Death, and Defiance

Chapter Five

Kik, Death, and Definace

Niall's POV

I couldn't believe Whitney had yelled at me. AT THE FUNERAL! Well I could but still. Aren't you supposed to be respectful to the dead? Who the hell am I kidding? This deal with Sydney is eating me alive and its literally tearing my heart out. Whitney hates me and I could see the lads give me the meanest looks I've ever seen. I knew that they wondered what had changed, but I couldn't tell anyone. But not telling anyone was killing me too. I am sick and tired of this bullshit with Sydney. I have to tell someone! I know just who to tell.

Haley's POV

I gathered the courage to tell the police all that I knew. They'd been keeping a close watch on me, hoping I wouldn't change my mind. I haven't but I'm not sure if I can tell them everything. Life's hard sometimes and we don't get to choose what path we walk. We just walk it, hoping something changes it. So I take it back. If I tell them what I saw, they will dig into my life. Right? Or wrong? God. Why the hell was I running so late early in the morning to begin with? I could've just avoided this whole thing but I know that the girl who killed Mark Foster has to have something to do with Andy's death.

I looked into my peephole of the flat, and sure enough two cops were standing guard down the hall by the elevator. They really wanted the information that I had. So why not lie? Cause that'll get me into this even deeper. I'd rather just be done with it all but I can't blow my cover. Mom and Dad would be furious. I promised them that I'd- You know what? That's a story for another time. Right now, I just need to get out of here but make it so I'm 'still here'.

I looked at my window and thought perfect. Goodbye police. I rose the window and slowly descended the fire escape, careful not to make a sound. I hit the ground and slowly began to walk towards the sidewalk. Now where do I go?

Whitney's POV

"I'm going to the market to get some food for tonight. Are you staying for dinner or going home?" I asked Louis, kicking the fridge door closed, writing more stuff down on my grocery list. He mumbled something along the lines as 'Liam is making me come home'. I chuckled and tore the list apart from the notebook.

"Well c'mon. I'll drop you off at the flat then go grocery shopping." Louis grabbed his jacket and small carry bag, following me out to Cindy the beloved Escalade.

"Alright I probably will stay at the flat with the lads the rest of the weekend. We've got some interviews to do. But don't worry, I'll be back to help with Christmas shopping, deal?" Louis informed and I nodded, complying but chuckling.

"Louis, you forgot something. I'm not doing Christmas this year. It's too much with what's been going on. Besides its like next week or something. I don't even know what today is." I wasn't doing Christmas this year and that was final. Louis has been trying to change my mind for like the past week.

"C'mon Whitney. You said yourself that your, erm, family loved Christmas." He stuttered over the word 'family'. I sighed. It was still an sensitive subject. To them. Not to me. I was just numb and dealing with the lose as calmly as possible. According to the lovely internet world, it was common for this to happen so I wasn't worried.

"No. Louis. That's it. Drop it. You can celebrate it all you want. But at your flat. Not at my house. AND if you so much as bring a mistletoe to my house, I will break your fingers off." I threatened him, in all seriousness. Apparently and thankfully, the threatening is normal. Okay probably not but Louis doesn't need to know that.

 "Fine. Thanks for driving me. I'll see you soon, okay?" Louis leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and nodded, waving goodbye. Grocery shopping time.