Magic (Niall)

9: Save You Tonight

*~Zayn~*

After Niall stormed out of that room, Maddie shooed us out of her room. It was quiet in the living room, and she wouldn’t come out for supper. Her door was locked, so Riley couldn’t get in. I was extremely worried for her. She was very upset about Niall just running off like that. What was that guy thinking? Who does that!?

We checked on her two or three times each hour, and never got a reply. The lights in her room shone underneath her door, the only light in the whole house after midnight. That dream must’ve really scared her, and it concerned everyone. Niall still didn’t show, and there was no use of looking for him this late at night, we would never find him; he’d come back on his own, though, I was sure of it.

Niall wasn't necessarily the person I was concerned about; I was more worried about Maddie than him. I remember Megan once told me that she used to go through bizarre ways of torturing herself, the one that was most effective, however, wasn’t her repeatedly punching herself in the stomach, or running into the wall multiple times. It was the mental abuse that really got to her. Megan only knew this by reading Maddie’s diary, which she wrote in daily. Apparently, Maddie is constantly writing about how bad of a person she is, how weak she is, how clumsy she is, that she can’t do anything right, and so on. I suppose she thought that Niall agreed, and that he was just proof that all of that was true. I swore I was going to kill that bloke.

I sighed, and rolled over to my side. It was a lot to think about, so I put it in chronological order to see if it would then make sense in my brain. First, Niall went up to see if Maddie was still asleep, and she was having a nightmare. Second, he came downstairs and had us conjure up ideas to what caused the nightmare, though most of us thought it was nothing, Harry had an idea. Third, Megan decided to convince Niall to sing that song. Fourth, we all came up there and, well, sang. Fifth, Niall raced out of the room, and still hasn't come back. I just hoped there wasn’t a sixth that included Maddie abusing herself.

Sleep was inevitable, despite the fact that I wasn’t tired at all. We had an interview tomorrow, though we were on a sort of ‘break’ for the summer. We’d still have to do some interviews, concerts, and other stuff like that. No tours though, that’s why Harry invited Riley and Maddie to come and stay.

Megan came last year, when she was eighteen. She was in college here, and needed a place to stay. So she called up Harry and figured she could live with us while she was attending college. She hadn’t graduated yet when Maddie and Riley came along, and was happy that the girls agreed to come and stay over while she was still there, which she would be for another three or four, maybe five or six, years.

Niall, once again, entered my mind as I was drifting off to sleep. Why had he run away! Perhaps he was just nervous, and there wasn’t anything bad to it at all. But wouldn’t he be back by now? Maybe it was just a preposterous reason, one that he didn’t really intend to hurt Maddie. I doubt he would do that anyway, but I don’t know what the bloke was thinking, he’s a good guy, though. But then, do you really know someone? Even after years of being consistently close-by one another?

He’d probably gotten on Maddie’s bad side, and was nearing mine. He’s supposed to be a nice guy who doesn’t run out on people like that, especially after singing that sort of song to her.

I heard someone screaming, probably just Maddie. Riley still couldn’t get into her room, so she was rooming with Louis for the night. I picked myself up out of bed immediately and checked the time. It was one thirty in the morning. Practically running towards Maddie’s room, I bumped into Harry. The whole gang was there; Riley, Megan, Louis, Liam, me, Harry. Well, almost the whole gang, apart from Niall.

Maddie’s door was still locked, and there was no way of opening it. She was screaming to the point where nothing else could be heard, and no one could help her. Was she having the same nightmare as she did earlier, or was it something different? I didn’t know which one I wanted it to be more; I didn’t want her to be having nightmares at all.