The Winged Adventures of One Direction

T.W.A.O.D Chapter 14

*This is a continuation of Chapter 13 :) hope you enjoy*

My POV~~

"I'm over-reacting," I whisper to myself.

After listening to a few songs on the radio and crying my eyes out, I take the time to think.

I replayed over and over mine and Niall's conversation. He didn't mean anything bad. He...he cares. He cares about me and our baby.

Now I feel awful. I rest my hand on my abdomen. I know you can't feel a baby this soon along pregnancy, but I felt warmer down there. And maybe fuller. A human baby is growing inside me. I'm his or her mother. Niall is the father.

I have to fix this before I become a single 16 year old mother like those girls on MTV.

I open the car door and climb out. As I approach the tour bus I hear shouting and banging sounds. I step on to the tire and peek in through the window. The curtain is drawn but I can make out the boys standing together with their fists clenched.

I step down and reach for the door handle. My hand grips the cold metal when I hear a loud 'BANG' and the boys screaming, "Niall!"

'Oh my goodness, what's happening in there?'

I turn the handle and bust the door open. Five heads turned in my direction; Liam, Louis, Harry, Zayn, and oddly Paul, but I don't see Niall.

My eyes quickly scanned the room before I found him lying on the floor.

"Niall?" I ask, taking a step in the room.

"No!" Zayn shouts, throwing himself at me.

Paul holds out his hand, like he's going to grab Zayn even though Paul's on the other side of the bus. Zayn stops mid-air. Paul makes a swinging motion with his arm and Zayn is projected across the room. He collides with the overhead cabinets and drops to the floor. He struggles to get up, his arms shaking, but falls limp to the ground.

"Zayn!" I scream. I make a run towards him but I stop cold and not because I want to.

I feel the same cold rush of air and instantly lose control of my body. I'm lifted into the air.

"Let her go!" Liam, Louis, and Harry demand in unison.

Paul chuckled evily. I look closer and see his normal brown eyes are a darker brown, maybe even black with no visable pupils.

"Liam, is Paul the evil?" I ask, hanging upside-down in the air.

Liam nods. "Don't worry, we'll get you down."

"I'm okay. I'll just 'hang around' then. Pun intended."

Paul groaned. "Enough talking!" He shouts. "Join me or the girl gets it."

The boys clench their fists tighter. They're practically white. I see uncertainy in their faces. They can't give in.

"Boys, don't do-" My voice is cut off. I've lost my voice again.

I dropped down to Paul. He grabs me roughly and holds a bloody knife to my neck. Liam takes a step towards us. The knife presses tighter to my neck.

"Join me," Paul hissed.

I feel skin ripping on my neck and the slow, warm trickle of blood. A small whimper escaped my lips.

Harry charges again at Paul, full speed. Paul anticipated Harry's attack because he dropped me. I crawled away and hid under the kitchen table. He slashed the knife at Harry's face.

Crying out in agony, Harry is wacked to the side, landing near Zayn.

"Harry!" Liam and Louis cried.

Both boys run at him, colliding at the same time. Paul dodges Louis round-house kick to the face and returned with a blow to the gut. Louis falls limp to the ground, cradling his stomach and breathing shallowly.

Liam throws a few fast punches in the face and chest, but Paul blocked them all. He grips Liam's leg and arm and throws him back against the wall, shattering the TV. Liam falls, glass scattered around him.

Liam struggles to rise as Paul approaches him. Paul plants a boot on Liam's chest, pushing him down to the ground.

"Funny, you were strong, but now I see you are weak." Paul spat the last word.

Paul cupped his hands together and formed a huge ball of light. He bounced the light between his hands like a basketball.

"And to think, I wanted you on my team," Paul spat again.

I starred in horror as Paul lifted the ball above his head, ready to strike. Liam looks scared too, his black eyes widen with fear.

'He can't die! He doesn't deserve it!'

I jump from my hiding place. I fall on top of Liam, sheilding him with my body. At the same time, Paul threw the light down.

It's like getting it with a dump truck. I hear my ribs crack. My spine too. I think my collarbone broke as well.

The last thing I heard before I blacked out was Liam shouting, "Noooooo!"

*Another cliffhanger :D! I'm getting good at this, lol comment and vote plz!*