Not Everything's Perfect When You're Married To Niall J Horan *sequel*

Partie number quatros.

So Harry's in the hospital... The fucking hospital... Because he was shot in the damn leg. Who shoots a popstar? Nonetheless anybody? Bitches be cray. 

Though Harry's wound wasn't too bad, the bullet did puncture his bone, therefore he has a cast. Somebody isn't gonna be able to perform for a while. 

Anyways, the bullet they have was from a home crafted gun, that is only available in one city, at one store. But, of coarse that one city HAS to be Winnipeg.... In the middle of November... Better yet named Winterpeg. So, of coarse me and Paul are packing our bags to head down up there. Niall isn't very happy that he can't come with, but this is just something I need to do with Paul.

"Ands, you ready?" yells up the stairs. He's taking a liking to calling me 'Ands'. He's the only one that calls me that. It's kinda just our thing I guess...  "Yeah, just coming down now!" I yell, dragging my suitcase...  Well, if I have to take it down the stairs... May as well have some fun while at it! I lay the suitcase down on the ground, grab Niall's stretchy ropey thingees that he uses to keep his suitcase closed, buckle myself onto the trunk using the ropes. 

"3, 2, 1, BLASTOFF!" I scream, pushing off and taking off down the stairs. I'm about to reach the bottom when I see Paul standing there, his eyes locked onto the screen of his phone. "PAUL WATCH OUT!" I yell, desperately trying to get his attention, he looks up about three seconds before impact and is too surprised to move, I'm about to jump off when I realize the ropes were confining me to the spot. Then, I hit Paul.

The ropes rub on my stomach as my shirt had rolled up when I took off. It burns and tingles in pain. I land on top of Paul, and he still has a look of shock on his face. He finally slaps back to reality as he lifts me off him and places me, still on top of my trunk back onto the ground. 

"I have no clue what that was all about, but it was hilarious!" Louis says before bursting out into laughter. 

"Well thanks for your concern" I mumble sarcastically. "Pauuulll! I have rope burn on my tummy" I say, pouting my lip out.

"We'll get you cream at the duty free store at the aeroport. Now c'mon!" He says, taking the ropes off of me and pulling me, and my suitcase, out of the house. "Do you promise?" I ask him, widening my eyes a bit, trying to give him the full puppy dog look. 

"Yes Ands, I promise." He says, puffing out a bit of air with a smile on his face. 

Aeroport here we come.

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The flight from London to Toronto was one thing, but then hopping on another flight 4 minutes later is another.... Especially when someone tries stealing your phone... I went all sass on that bish.

In the three minutes that I had escaped Paul, I went and ranted at the boy for all of them..... He was 20.... And when I left he was crying...

Oh well! He deserves it for trying to steal my Ashleigh. Yes, I named my phone... It's not that strange...

Anyways, once on the plane, Paul gave me a lecture about walking away from him in a busy aeroport. I swear it's like he thinks I'm a two year old! 'Ands, you can't wander off, this aeroport is full of lunatics and psychos!' He said.  

Yes Paul, I know, my son was abducted by one of those psychopaths. I know.

"Let's go find this gun dealer mothafucka." I say, taking gangsta poses.

I know I should be acting more worried.... But I can't... I've spent days like a worthless piece of shit, and now I need to help, and to do so, I need to keep up my moods... And if that means I have to 'forget' about Jonah being missing.... So be it, as long as I get him back soon.

Me and Paul walk out of the airport, and chills run through my body. I mean, I knew Winnipeg was cold... But this cold? Really? I walk through the snow covering the walkway and hop in the cab Paul called over. 

"Where to, Sir?" The driver asks us. "-insert address here- please." Paul says firmly, sitting back and looking at me. 

"Im tired. " He says, before within seconds, light snores begin falling from his mouth. Well.... That was fast. 

About 10 minutes later, we arrive at the hotel we're staying at. "Paullll" I say, shaking the muscly man "Wake up we're herre!!!" He wakes up instantly. 

"Okee Dokee, let's go get some sleep." He says "It's ten, we need to be up at 8 tomorrow morning."

Then, we grab our stuff and get into bed.... Well that was boring...

At least I know that tomorrow... I'll be one step closer to finding my son. 

That chapter sucked.... I know.... I'm sorry :/ At least it's better than nothing! I will try to get into weekly updates!!! 

Toodle Loodle!

~AllyssaMay09