Nefarious [h.s]

Chapter 64.

*1 hour before Ella's attempt*

*Liam POV*

Cars honked at us as we sped by. Headquarters is almost 1 hour away but if we hurry, we might make it sooner. Dylan is dead. Now it is time to get back Ella. Bring her back home to all of us. We are her family.

Guns and bombs and shit was loaded in the trunk. We raced and swerved between cars on the highway.

It won't take long for them to find out Dylan is dead. And who knows what they will do when they figure that out.

Not much has been said after we got the weapons and jumped in the car. Everyone has been quiet. I think we are all just in thought.

We don't really know what to expect when we get there. Harry has been silent. I've been a bit worried. I look back at him every once in a while, and he just stares out the window. I look at Lynn and she notices it too.

I can see the pain in everyone's eyes. None of us know if she is alive or if she's... dead. It's been about a week she has been away. Who knows where they locked her? If it's where I think, she has probably lost her mind by now. That dark room was made to make people lose their minds.

Ella was a friend to all of us. If we lose her, nothing will keep this little group we have together. Ella is the glue to this small family.

Before her, none of us cared about anything. Not even ourselves for fucks sake. Harry, I think has changed the most. Before Ella, he was a cold-hearted bitch not gonna lie. He never called us his friends. Just his coworkers. The word love was nowhere in his vocabulary.

Ella to me, she is one of my best friends. Someone I could always go to with my problems. Someone you could tell anything, and she will sit by your side and listen. She is a great listener. She cares. Sometime too much but that Ella. I loved when she would sit and talk to me for hours while I was healing. She is always by your side, no matter what.

Ella is one of those friends that you would consider family.

*Niall POV*

I never cried because of someone before. It was a weird feeling for me.

I have been known as the jokester. The life of the party. I like people to smile when they are near me. I like to make people laugh. I don't like the mood being down. But in this moment, I don't feel like laughing. All I feel is worried. Anxious. Scared.

I tried not to make the tear slipping down noticeable. I drove past cars, swerving around. The silence was loud. We all know the possibilities there are walking in there. It's frightening.

I always liked to call Ella Buttercup. She was all of our buttercup. I originally started calling her that just to mess with Harry. I told him I call her that because I thought she'd taste sweet like candy. I got a good punch in the face that day.

I never told him why I really called her that.

When I was younger, I was always in and out of foster homes. Each one I went to, I would always sneak out and sit outside. I always felt calmer outside. The nature and the air. I eventually fell in love with flowers. So, I studied them. I never told anyone that because I know they would laugh.

Well anyway, there is this flower called a buttercup flower. It is a bright yellow flower. It's beautiful. That flower reminds me of her.

Yellow is the color of joy. Ella was pure joy. She shined light on anything and everything around her. She shined light onto all of us. Without her we all went back into this kind of darkness. Ella is the color yellow. Bright, happy, light. She's that person that can make the energy in the room better just by being there.