Half-Truths [hs, mc, zm, nh, lt +]

Chpater Thirty-Seven

Niall's POV

We didn't talk the whole car ride, Emmy just blared music and drove well over the speed limit.

I didn't want to fight I just don't want her to get hurt. But for some reason she still doesn't care if she does. She never cared. We pulled into the parking lot, Emma turns off the car and looks over at me.

"You need help or..." she trails off looking over at me. I shake my head opening the door and stepping out. It hurts like a bitch to just move but I can deal with it.

I hear her door shut as she walks up beside me, I open the door letting her walk through then following in behind her. She walks down an aisle while I grab a shopping basket following her.

Once I catch up to her she already has a bunch of medical stuff in her hands. She turns around seeing me and putting all the stuff in the basket. I look in at all the supplies she grabbed.

Is that a cucumber?

Where the fuck she got a cucumber? we're in a damn drug store. Right as I'm about to open my mouth to ask her she speaks.

"Do we have peanut butter?" She asks grabbing something else from the shelf.

"Babe, your allergic to peanuts." I remind her. She snaps her head towards me with wide eyes.

"Shit. What about honey?" She asks waiting for my answer.

"Uh. I think?" I say turning to look at the shelf.
I hear her hum and continue walking down the aisle. I move my attention to the items on the shelf following her.

I stop when I see gaze on the shelve I grab a couple rolls putting them in the basket. I turn back to catch up to Emmy but when I notice she isn't in the aisle I walk out and try finding her. I walk past a couple aisles looking down them until I find her. I walk down the aisle coming to see what she's looking at on the shelf.

Plan b.

"Bit late for that, no?" I ask her. Next thing I know her hand is around my throat. I guess she didn't see me?

"Jesus, Ni." She breathes out taking her hand off my neck. I let out a little cough from having the air knocked out of my lungs. "Sorry." She says turning back to look at the shelf. "Let's go. Yeah?" She asks walking out of the aisle.

I follow behind her walking up to the counter and pulling out all the items. When did she sneak haribo in there?

We pay and get back into the car. The second the car turns on the music from the radio blares throughout the speakers. We pull out of the parking lot driving down the road.

"You know it would have killed me, if something happened to her and I didn't do anything to help." She says turning down the radio.

"I know. Please just, be more careful." I tell her leaning forward to turn the radio back up. Hearing the beat to 'Kids In America'

/Looking out a dirty old window down below the cars in the city go rushing by/

Emma turns up the volume even more from the steering wheel as we speed down the road. I don't understand if she just doesn't know she's going fast or she just ignores the signs but I don't mind. I know she's a good driver so.

Minutes later we are pulling down our road seeing multiple ambulances parked outside our house.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." Emma mumbles under her breath quickly parking the car and getting out, running up the the front door.

I watch as Emma runs into the front door that is already wide open, I run up to the house ignoring the pain in my ribs.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCKING SHIT!" I hear her yell. That doesn't sound very good. I rush into the front door seeing a bunch of paramedics surrounding our living room.

I see Emma kneeling down on the ground. I quickly walk up behind her seeing Zayn's body laying. I watch as she puts her hands on his chest..

"Fuck. Fuck." She says putting her head down. Where the fuck is Trish. And Michael.

What the fuck. Why did he have to do it in my house?

"You the owner of this house?" The paramedic asks looking over at me. I peel my eyes off Zayn's body looking up at the man.

"Uh. Yeah." I answer. "Cause?" I ask looking down at Zayn.

"Not sure. There's foam out his mouth and his eyes are dilated, my guess is he overdosed." I nod my head while he talks. I look back down at Zayn.

Hold up. Where the fuck did Emma go?

For fuck sakes

I look around not seeing her. I walk towards the door seeing my car is gone. Great. Trish and Michael are gone. Zayn's dead. My girlfriends god knows where.

What a great week I'm having.