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-Niall's POV-

I drive home after school to find the house looking almost spotless... that's odd.

It's silent in the house. What's going on?

I walk into my kitchen to see no broken bottles or food thrown around.

Our living room is also flawless, there's even a few magazines on the coffee table.

I dread what I might find as I walk up the stairs. I open my bedroom to find everything in its place. Only one last place to check...

I carefully tiptoe into my fathers room and see it's also spotless... Except for one corner that's filled with bloody handprints.

I gasp and turn around to leave the room but my father is standing in the doorway.

"Hello, Niall. Nice of you to drop by," he sneers at me, shit, "Was school okay?" He twists a large knife in his fingers. I back away slowly, petrified to make sudden movements.

Maybe I should go along, "School was great! Not too much homework," I attempt to smile at him, "How was work?"

"Oh Niall," he laughs, "I think you know what's coming. I've hated you and your existence ever since you killed my beautiful wife. She was so young, why would you do that?"

Tears well up in my eyes thinking about mom. "You killed her, dad!" I scream, "You! You're a monster!"

His face reddens with anger, "You little bitch!" he screams, lunging at me. I quickly dart to the side, avoiding his attack. I sprint out of the room and dart into mine. I lock the door and place my chair against the door handle, blocking him from getting in.

I sigh, "Why was I cursed with such a father?" I think, "I miss you mom."

I slide down to a sitting position, back against the door and weep to myself. My dad is getting more and more dangerous. Eventually, the pounding on my door stops. I wipe my eyes and check my phone. It's 6 pm already? He's been at it for a while.

I scroll through Twitter, trying to get my mind off of today's events when I hear the snap of wood along with a sharp pain in my back.

I cry out in pain and grasp my stomach, only to find it drenched in blood. My father laughs from the other side.

I'm quick to react. I limp over to my dresser to get an old t-shirt to stop the bleeding. I press hard against the wound and grab my phone, calling 911. I warn them about my father and they confirm they'll take care of it. They say they're on their way.

Oh god, what if I don't make it. What will Kendall think?

Kendall.

I press her contact to call her. She can't know I'm in pain. Ultimately she might find out, considering we're soulmates, but I have to be strong for her.

She picks up immediately, "Hey Niall!" I hear her beautiful voice through the phone, hopefully this isn't the last time I'll hear it, "What's up?"

"Oh nothing much," I cringe, "Just hanging in my room," Ironic, right?

"Nice," she says, "Any particular reason you called me?"

"Uh, yeah actually," I bite my lip to hold in a scream, "I just want to tell you how much I really care for you. I know we've been dating for a day but I really like you. I might not know if I love you yet, but it will happen."

"Oh Niall," I can hear that beautiful blush, "I care for you too. So much. I'm so glad you feel the same."

I smile, "I gotta go now, babe," I almost can feel the life draining from me, "I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Okay. Talk to you soon, Ni." I hang up. At least my last conversation will be with the person I care for most.

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-Kendall's POV-

I get off the phone with Niall, smiling so hard my cheeks go numb.

I cringe at that pain in my back, my period must me coming soon. These are definitely the worst cramps I've ever had.

I walk out of my room and into the kitchen to get some pain medicine. I grab a glass and fill it up with water. As soon as I'm about to take a sip, I feel my head getting dizzy. I place the glass down and grasp onto the counter.

I gasp as I keep getting dizzier and dizzier. I call out to my parents and they come rushing in right as I collapse.

Is this what death feels like?

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HEY GUYS

^i love niall's back muscles omg

I'm so sorry

this is painful to write.

so I think there's gonna be 20 chapters and an epilogue.

sorry if you hate me but I love you

until next time.

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