The Story Behind A Song ~Summer Love~(Niall Horan/George Shelley AU) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 13

Hellooooooooooo, I know it's late but you may enjoy this chater quite much... sounds bizarre, knowing what will happen, but I know you will love it :)

I sheepishly admit that I teared up a bit whilst writing this, it's a George chapter most of all, and it involves very serious things, so you are WARNED, you are under your own risk to read, but... yeah... xD

I'll let you read lovelies :3

~*Maddy’s POV*~

I miss my guys, every single one of them, it’s not the same… the games are not the same, dinner it’s not the same… nothing’s the same.

Five days…

Today was just another normal day, the only ‘extra’ thing we did was playing ‘Capture the Flag’ the whole morning, and my team won! But that’s beyond the point. Lunch followed, and then we had free time, then the lake, and the bonfire at night. It’s hard… for all of us, and Cher still knows nothing about Ed, it’s like he’s been swollen by earth, and truth is we all miss him.

I’ve been wondering a lot about the dead body we found the night they disappeared, how did it stop there? And why did it fade? How can someone drag a body in a few minutes and clean the blood that was dripping from the walls?

And in the boy’s toilet tank there was blood too, and we opened it with Freddie but all we found was water, simple and clear.

Police is always around the Camp, we know they are searching for clues and stuff, but everyone was told they are there just for safety, like bodyguards.

Tommy and Debby are already sleeping, as for me… I’m lying cuddled up to George, he’s awake too but we don’t feel like talking. It’s been like this the last three nights. Nightmares lurk in my head whilst I’m asleep, the same with George, I’m afraid to sleep, I’m afraid my nightmares come true…

Do you know when someone says ‘oh well, at least he/she died sleeping, so he/she didn’t suffer’? Well, in most of the cases, people who die sleeping do suffer. They die whilst they experience a nightmare, and they feel is real, so the fear they feel is real, so many people died having heart attacks because of how scared they were, some others dream they are being killed, and they get so hesitated they actually die. [A/N: bet you didn’t know that, huh? It’s 100% true]

The nightmares I had were just… indescribable, so horrifying, so much blood, my friends weren’t there… I had nightmares all these nights and I’m truly afraid of falling asleep and well… y’know… die of fright.

George is experiencing the same thing according to what he told me. But is hard not to sleep, with all the activities we do during the day, and continually crying…

 “Maddy, are you awake?” George whispers, making me snap out of my thoughts.

“Mhmm…” I murmur.

“I need to go for a wee, be right back, ok?” he whispers against the top of my head.

I murmur in response and he pecks my cheek, lingering there for a good five seconds and then gets up, leaving me with Tommy and Debby in the beds.

I heard the doorknob twisting as George entered to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

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He must have had waited long for that wee because he’s taking his time in there. Maybe he’s just not feeling well.

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