Confessions of a California Girl (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 15 - Pain.

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~Brooklyn's P.O.V~

I sat backstage, a small smile on my face as I watched the 5 boys I loved, dance and jump around like 4 year olds on a sugar-high. 

"Time to get ready, Brooklyn" Paul called from behind, making me jump at the sudden sound. I took one last look back to the boys, not realising that it may be the last. Paul and I made our way to the dressing room in silence, him guarding the door from any sneaky fans as I planted myself down on the seat, Emma running to my side and fixing up my make-up and hair. 

"Outfit on" Jessie mumbled, throwing me some jeans, combat boot wedges, and a black lace singlet. I smiled at the pieces of material in my hands, quickly walking into the little adjoining bathroom and stripping out of my clothes, and putting on the new ones. 

"On in 2 minutes Brooklyn!" Someone called out, making me panic and try to out my shirt on faster, nearly having it catch on my earrings. 

"Shit" I mumbled when I'm guessing Jessie started pounding on the door. I sat on the toilet lid, yanking my feet into the shoes and lacing them up as fast as I could. With one quick look in the full length mirror, I unlocked the door, only to have Paul haul me out the room and down the hallway to the stage wings, where the boys were finishing up their song. A stage hand shoved my jeweled microphone in my hand and the ear piece in my other, watching my intently as I shoved it in my ear, getting comfortable when the boys came running off the stage. 

"Goodluck Brookie!" Harry called as I rushed passed them, and into the stage and everyone's view. 

I got into position in the very centre of the black stage, as Hilary Duff's Someone's watching over me tune started filling up the arena. 

"Found myself today

Oh I found myself and ran away

Something pulled me back

The voice of reason I forgot I had

All I know is you're not here to say

What you always used to say

But it's written in the sky tonight

So I won't give up

No I won't break down

Sooner than it seems life turns around

And I will be strong

Even if it all goes wrong

When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe

Someone's watching over me

Seen that ray of light

And it's shining on my destiny

Shining all the time

And I wont be afraid

To follow everywhere it's taking me

All I know is yesterday is gone

And right now I belong

To this moment to my dreams

So I won't give up

No I won't break down

Sooner than it seems life turns around

And I will be strong

Even if it all goes wrong

When I'm standing in the dark I'll still believe

Someone's watching over-" 

I was cut off by a loud bang and a horrible pain going through my stomach. My whole body went weak, the microphone falling from my grasp, screeching as it connected with the floor. My eyes swept over the crowd as panic surged through me, and I slowly removed my hand from my stomach, watching as the red liquid seeped down through my fingers, over my palm and wrist, before finally dripping onto the stage. 

I felt all life slip from my body, my eyes making contact with Niall's who was now at the side of the stage, horror etched onto his features as I felt my eyes roll back and shut before I couldn't hold my own weight up anymore and started plummeting towards the ground. 

I heard the screaming become louder as it felt like I was falling for what seemed like minutes, only to feel myself hit the hard ground. My eyes snapped back open, to see the big guards surrounding me, and Niall getting hauled back, screaming, but I couldn't hear a thing. As I turned my head to look up at the ceiling, my vision was becoming blurry as each second went by. I was slipping in and out of consciousness, mind spinning like I had just come off a crazy roller coaster. 

As I came back out, I heard screaming, and it was loud, louder than you could normally hear. My ears were ringing, it was painful, along with the pain in my stomach. 

"Someone call the ambulance!" An Irish accent yelled, echoing inside my head. As I took in my surroundings again, I saw my dad pacing around, a phone glued to his ear. He turned and started pacing in my direction, our eyes making contact. He froze, face covered in his salty tears as he bit his lip, before continuing talking and turning the opposite direction. 

"Baby, it's going to be okay" Someone mumbled, as I saw a hand come up to touch me. I was waiting for the cold fingers to graze against my cheek, but I felt nothing, and that's when everything started to slip away again, I was falling back into consciousness, and this time I knew I wouldn't be waking again anytime soon. 

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 ~Niall’s P.O.V~

Pale.

Lifeless.

Cold.

Sick.

Skinny.

Horrible.

Dead.

Brooklyn made eye contact with me, as my fingers ran along her cold cheek, but she didn’t look like she was there, she looked lost. Distant.

Her eyes glazed over before they once again rolled into the back of her head, shutting and her head dropping to the side, lying lifeless on the black stage floor, surrounded in blood. I yanked my hand back, lacing them through my hair and crouching over, tears streaming down my face.

“No!” I yelled, throwing my head back, anger surging through me.

“Niall mate, it’s going to be okay” Liam reassured, patting me on the back with a small, sad smile on his face. 

"She just got fucking shot and looks dead! Yeah sure, everything is going to be sunshine and lollipops!" I screamed, sarcasm dripping from my voice. I angrily removed his arm from my shoulder, storming away back to the dressing room. As I sat on the couch, tears started leaking from my eyes again. 

"Im going to fucking kill that little bitch" I mumbled to myself, pulling at my hair. I suddenly stood up, walking closer to the coffee table before kicking it over, watching the glass top smash all over the place.  I picked up my snapback that was on the couch, with my phone inside and stormed off to the tour bus, slamming the door behind me, not knowing that Paul had gotten the other boys inside while Brooklyn was rushed off to the hospital, and all the fans told to go home.  

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Yeah I know this chapter is short compared to the others, it's just that I've been sitting here for a few hours and don't know what to write. Everything that I want to put in, is for the next few chapters. 

So this one was just Brooklyn's POV on the whole shooting.

But I hope your enjoying it so far, adios! :)