Loud Laughs and Silent Tears

And the angel calls her prince

Louis's P.O.V.  

"N-niall?" I croaked out.

It felt as if I just got stabbed in the heart.

Noah looked far to broken to even notice.

Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks, her body trembling like a leave in a cold autumn breeze.

"Sure, I'll call him."I whispered in her ear, brushing away the water drops. I wonder if she even knew she was crying to be honest. She turned her head, her now dark blue eyes gazed in my green ones.

"L-lou, you're hurt. You n-need-" her breathing picked up and I shushed her.

"Calm down, I'll be perfectly fine. Now let me call the lads. I'll ask for Liam and Ni, okay?" I asked, receiving a barely visible nod.

"What's up, Lou?" Niall asked happily when I rang him.

I pressed Noah against me, covering one ear with my hand and her other one with my chest. If there's one thing I learned about situations like this, it's that realising what happened hurts the most. Therefor, I don't want her to hear 'that' word leave my lips.

"I need you to come to the venue right away. One of the bodyguards tried to rape Noah."

There, I said it. The R-word I hate so much.

The Irish boy gasped for air, almost dropping his phone.

"I'm on my way. Make sure I can get through security." He tried to sound as calm as possible, but I could hear the anger in his voice.

As he ended the call, Brandon approached me.

"Louis, I'm so sorry for everything. I'll make sure Niall gets through security, okay?" He stood up and talked to some other bodyguards, before kneeling down next to Noah.

"I swear, I didn't intend for any of this to happen." She looked him in the eyes, her dark blue, tear filled eyes, boring into his. Stares like this could break you down or lift you up. She shook her head, as if to say it wasn't his fault. I don't think she was capable of speaking, her bottom lip was trembling vigorously and her already quiet voice would definitely be inaudible.

"Is there nothing I can do to comfort her? Does she like music? Or does it scare her even more?" Brandon asked me, his eyes full of worry. He truly cared about her, clearly mesmerised by her appearance. I can't blame him, everyone would be. He longed to stroke her arm, to feel her soft skin. But he was afraid his touch would frighten her, so he left his hand hanging aimless in the air, a few inches above her fragile body.

"Yeah, she loves music." My voice had calmed a lot, and it now sounded way friendlier.

"I-I can sing her a song. Can I do that?"

A smile appeared on my face and I gave him a nod.

"Of course you can, that would be lovely even."

He stood up, his guitar in his hand when he sat back down.

"I'll play Never Look Back In Anger from Oasis. Do you like Oasis?" He asked, this time looking directly at Noah, who's eyes lit up when he said the title and artist.

"I believe you do." With those last words, that left his lips in a mumble, he started singing and strumming the strings of his guitar softly.

Step inside the eye of your mind

Don't you know you might find

A better place to play

You say that you've never been