Barely Holding On [H.S]

Eighteen

Addie's POV:

I awoke to the sounds of quiet murmuring.

"What if she's not going to be more calm? What if she's worse, or even just the same as before she passed out it bad." Niall's hushed voice.

"Well, we can't very well tie her down again." Louis returns, his voice also hushed.

"We just have to wake her up with a soft approach, look." Harry says and I hear footsteps coming toward me. Oh please no.

"Wait, Harry I don't think you should wake her up." Thank you Niall.

"And why not?" Harry whisper-yells.

"Ahh calm down mate," Louis butts in." I agree with Niall. She wouldn't want that, I don't think."

"Okay, fine." Harry mumbles.

"I'll do it." Louis says. I hear more footsteps and the bed sink down beside me.

"Hey, Addie?" He says, his voice soft. I open my eyes slowly, expecting the light to be bright, but it was dark out and there were only a few dim ceiling lights on.

"Hey." Niall says from the foot of the bed. I look at him and wipe my hands up and down my face before sitting up. When I do, pain shoots up my body and I wince.

"Easy, you're still recovering from.. earlier." Louis grabs my shoulders and gently gestures for my to move back as he props up my pillow behind me.

"What hap- oh." I lowered my eyes as I remembered Zayn bringing me into the bunk area and beating me.

"Just take it slow okay?" Harry chimes in, walking up to the foot of the bed. I hadn't even noticed him standing against the small counter.

I nod absentmindedly, running my hands through my hair. I remember Zayn hitting me and then pushing me through the curtain, and wanting Ed to help me. Then I remembered the boys' conversation a few minutes ago. What was I suppose to be calm about? And where was Ed?

A picture of his body in the ditch with Zayn's flashed into my head and I felt my heart sink down to my feet. Anger boiled up in me and I thought about whose fault it was that I had to take it out on.

"Zayn killed Ed." I say to myself as I furrow my eyebrows and look down. I never thought about it but it must've been Zayn. He was fighting with Ed, and he had out a gun. But then who killed Zayn? Did him and Ed shoot at the same time, or was it one of the boys? A few tears slipped out of my eyes at the thought of Ed, but I didn't have the energy to actually cry, I was all cried out for now.

"Who killed Zayn?" I asked, my eyes scanning all the boys'. They looked at each other with questioning looks, as if debating something in their minds.

"Let's not worry about that right now. You just worry about healing up." Niall says, as Louis stands and Niall sits in his place. "I wanted to wait until you woke up to check you out."

"Oh." Was all I felt like saying. He tells me to lay down.

"Now, I need to examine your physical damage. I can't do that when I can't see you." He says, a hint of pity in his tone. I got what he was trying to say, though. I don't think it was necessary and it was for more their enjoyment, but what can you do? They won't let me just leave it.

I nod anyways as I bring my hands down to grab the bottom hem of my shirt.

"I'll help you." Harry says as he walks over. I'm hesitant at first, but I guess he's already seen anyways. So I let him.

He grabs the bottom of my shirt, slowly bringing it up, his fingers gliding along my skin smoothly. I shiver as his fingers tickle my skin slightly. I look down awkwardly as he licks his lips.