Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

14. You're Nothing To Me

*three months later*

"Liz, wake up." I hear.

I groaned and turned to my left side.

"Liz, get up." The voice repeats.

"No." I grumble.

It was quiet and I thought whoever it was had left the room, so I curled back up into my blanket and tried sleeping.

I was so wrong.

A set of hands grasped the blanket and it was torn from under me. I let out a shriek as my body hit the floor with a thud. My eyes shot open and standing above me was Eleanor. She had a smug smile on her face and was dressed in a bunch of yellow. She was bright and made my eyes hurt.

"Damn you, El! Why couldn't you let me sleep?!" I holler.

She balled up the blanket and threw it on the bed. El got on a knee and I saw she was struggling alittle, playfully slapping my cheek.

"Because, we have an interview to go to, babe."

I sighed heavily.

The boys had an interview and I forgot that the kids, Aeron, El, and I are supposed to go.

"I forgot." I say, running a hand through my short brown hair.

It grows fast and was about to the middle of my back. A bit shorter than before my accident.

"Well, you got to go get ready. Everybody is waiting on you." She says, struggling to straighten up.

I nodded and stood with her, turning to get to my dresser. I opened it and pulled out a red sweater, black jeans, and the usually pair of panties and a bra. After all of that, I went to the closet and grabbed my red Supras. I decided it was an acessories sort of day and grabbed a black beanie, two braclets, earrings, and a four piece ring set. I didn't grab a necklace because I hate the way they look with any shirt that isn't low cut or doesn't have a v-neck.

I threw the combo on my bed and went to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stripped down, getting inside. I washed my body and my hair, rinsing out the shampoo and conditioner, then got out. Grabbing a towel, I dried off and wrapped it around me and started to dry my hair.

I got it all dry and curled it, putting a braid in it and pulled it back. I put on alittle make-up and hurried back into my room. I got dressed as fast as I could, nearly falling over my own two feet, trying to pull on my Supras. I went to the dresser and put all of my jewlery on.

I finally got them on and grabbed my phone, pratically throwing my door open and hopped down the staircase.

Everyone was talking and holding their child.

Paul, Harry, Aeron, and Annabelle were on one couch. Louis, El, Mark, Lou, Lux, and Liam were on the other. Niall was in the chair holding Clarissa and Zayn was on the floor beside him.

"Hi, guys!" I chirp, immediately going for my daughter.

She jumped up from Niall's lap and ran into my outstretched arms. I chuckled, scooping her up and spun her around. Her brown hair cascaded down her back and stopped alittle above her waist. Her shiny blue eyes were tight, but still open as she flew threw the air, giggling and yelling for me to go faster. I did and finally got dizzy, sitting down on the floor and put her on her feet.

"Mommy, lookie. We have the same hair!" She exclaims, holding her hair out next to mine.

I smiled and kissed her chubby cheek.

"Yeah, we do, but mommy's isn't nearly as pretty as yours." I say, tickling her.

She let another giggle fall through her lips and turned, running back to Niall. He picked her up and sat her in his lap. They looked so much alike that it was crazy. People say she looked like me when she was a bit younger, but as she grew, she took Niall's features. Almost like she stole them from him while he was sleeping.