Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 28.

SMUT WARNING BELOW: IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT KIND OF STUFF YOU MAY SKIP THROUGH, BUT IT IS QUITE VISUAL, YOU WILL BE WARNED WHEN THE SCENE ARRIVES. THANK YOU.

Niall seems emotionless.

His face unreadable as his body stiffens and doesn't move a muscle.

I hug him from behind, trying to comfort him as much as a girl could possibly do. Pressing small kisses just below his ear and down his neck, nuzzling my head into his shoulder, trying to just ease the slightest pain of losing the last of his family he'd had.

Jade and Liam are also quiet, both focusing on the road ahead, still following the two vehicles in front of us.

I catch Jade's eye every once in a while from the rear-view mirror, only to return a look of sorrow and despair.

Niall's limp, only his hands coldly resting on mine that wrap around his waist. His eyes lifelessly focus on the world outside the car window; his mind in a different dimension.

Suddenly the vehicles come to a stopping point, outside of an old barn with tents inside and around it. Zayn and Perrie stand there, guns in hand and looking a bit hopeful, seeing that we'd come back safe; or at least some of us.

Perrie's arms lay crossed along her chest, and her hair is high off her head in a messy bun.

Hugs and cheers are exclaimed between the reunited group as I help Niall out of the jeep and walk right by his side. His eyes just remain forward, foggy and almost crystallized, his entire aura; careless.

"Where's everyone?" Perrie asks, her voice low and raspy, and she's unprepared for the news she'd actually have to be given.

"Steven?" I ask, Niall's arm around my shoulder as I turn to question the boy standing in the huddle.

Steven nods, but doesn't turn to look at me, he knows I want him to be the one to call the shots.

I leave Perrie and Zayn oblivious to the situations that had occurred while they were gone, continuing to walk Niall to an un-occupied tent that would soon be called our own.

The barn was large and double-floored, although the top was dark and only covered in old hay, colorful tents scattered around the wooden shed floor.

As I reach an unoccupied tent, somewhere facing my back, Perrie lets out an agonizing scream and cries in pain, banging and mumbling into someone or something.

I sigh and block out the depressing noise of what goes on outside of the barn, and a loud silence falls between Niall and I. I'm beginning to wonder if he's even thinking at all, or if he is just as much as I am.

Whoever was in here before us had left behind old pillows and blankets, on old musty grey covers the duvet and throw pillows.

Zipping up the tent, I sit in the now green environment around us.

Covering Niall up with the blanket before shimmying under the cotton as well, I spoon him from behind, nuzzling my face into his back as I had done earlier in the car.

"Talk to me." I whisper to him, his eyes not leaving the side of the tent, and his face still; unmoving.

He turns around, now facing me, his blue eyes pouring into my hazel, this the first time he's ever even looked at me since seeing Greg in the street earlier.

"What about?" He asks, his voice crackly and shaky, he hadn't talked at all in the past few hours, and that was the first thing to come out of his mouth. His lips form a frown, only his blue eyes staring into mine; yet still unreadable.