brooklyn baby (N.H)

15

^this song will be in this chapter, when you see one * then you can play it as well if you want to :)

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"Where's Niall and Zayn?" I ask when we're running to the cars that will take us to the penthouse. I'm running with Liam, Louis and Harry, but not Zayn and Niall.

"They left right when we got off stage" Louis answers as he runs next to be. We take a turn to run to the backdoor where the cars are.

"Where?"

"It's not important" Harry speaks as he's taking the lead towards the exit. I look down on the floor infront of my feets as I'm running.

We run out and to the cars standing on the side on the exit, waiting for us. We all get in one car as Simon, their manager gets in the other one with some other people that I don't know.

When the car starts rolling we all puts on our seat belt except for Harry who just takes up his phone.

"Sorry, but we can't tell you where they're" Louis apologizes and making me look at him. I nod to him, if he can't tell me I respect that.

I get that they maybe can't tell me anything but they can at least say a little bit so I can understand them better.

The rest of the car ride, Harry was on his phone and Liam and Louis were just talking while I was just sitting in silence.

When we got to the penthouse after a 10 minutes car ride in New York's traffic I just got up to my room. I'm actually starting to feel home in my room, even though I've only been here in two nights.

I sit down on my bed and take up my phone, no calls, no messages, nothing. I maybe can meet Kiara later to have something to do, I don't know why I feel so down today. I need something fun to happen.

Liam told me before the concert that they were going to another party tonight and asked me to join them again, I don't think I'm in the mood for a party. Maybe I can have a home party for one, myself.

I'm still feeling a little dizzy from last night, I don't really remember anything, just that Niall hitted me and choked me, after that it's all dark.

Almost three hours, two drinks and me being home alone in an hour later someone knocks on my bedroom door. I walk up to it, wondering why the person outside doesn't open when I yell 'come in'.

I walk up to the door, in only a big hoodie with no pants. While I'm walking up to it, the person knocks again. I try to hurry a little bit then.

When I open the door I face a face, a beaten up face. I can see even through his sunglasses that his right eye are purple and swollen up like his lip. His lip has cracked on the side and it's coming blood from it. His clothes are soaked and he's shaking. He's not wearing any shoes, he looks down at me.

"Omg what happened?" I almost yells at him, he just walks past me into my room.

"Can you get some new clothes from my wardrobe?" He speaks as he limping into my room.

"Okay" I say and runs out to the corridor, I don't really know where his room is but I can guess. I walk into the first room after mine, nope that was a toilet. Then the third, I think this was Zayn's room, because he had very much paintings on the wall, I remember him showing me some pics on the flight here with one of the paintings on the wall that he showed me.

The next room was very dark, the suitcase wasn't unpacked, a trashed lamp was laying on the floor, the table was messy, it was just a mess.

I walk into the room, the walls was painted black, the bed sheets was black, the floor, the curtains, everything was black. I walk to the open suitcase to find some clean clothes for him.