Treacherous

Chapter Five

Zayn and Dr. Von Schniefell  leave me alone for a while, letting me take in the news. I stay in the chair Zayn placed me in, afraid that if I try to stand I'll fall.

This was my fault.

That's all I can think about, how it was all my fault.

Her heart monitor continues to beep softly, the lines moving in a constant pattern as I watch them.

Maybe if I hadn't become 1/5 of One Direction this wouldn't have happened. Maybe if I had stayed a little more in the shadows they would've gone after some other celebrity. Maybe if I hadn't met Amie in the first place I would've been the one of the hospital bed. Maybe, just maybe.

But these maybe's won't help. I can't change anything that's already happened.

There's a light knock on the door to alert me someone's coming in, but I don't respond. They know how to open a door.

They step into the room, multiple people by the sound of how many footsteps there are. A man in a nice suit steps into my view. He holds a briefcase in his left hand, fumbling with the handle as if he's been holding it for a while.

I meet his eyes and he holds out his hand, "Detective Potley, nice to meet you."

"You too, Niall Horan."

"Yes, I know." That statement brings a frown to my lips. Of course he knows.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright with you," he waves at the group of people standing behind him.

I simply nod as he puts the briefcase down on Amie's legs, as if she's not there and it's just an empty bed. My hands tighten into fists as he starts to take out a few things and lay them over Amie.

"There's a table right there, you know," I snap.

He looks over at my tensed form and says, "Yes, of course. My apologies."

He then moves his stuff off of Amie and onto the light colored wooden table next to me. A laptop is removed from the briefcase and handed to me.

I start to open it but Detective Potley stops me, "I just have a few questions first."

Nodding my head in conformation I look back up at him, awaiting the questions.

"First, is there anyone, anyone at all, that would've been trying to hurt you? A friend? Maybe even a family member?"

I think back through the past few years and come up blank, "No, no one."

"Anyone that may have been after Amie?"

"No, she never mentioned anyone."

This continues for a few more minutes, him asking me questions about what happened and me not knowing the answer, desperately wishing that I did.

"We got the girl's face on camera, but she seems to disappear into the crowd the second the gun goes off. We can't seem to find her name or match her face with anyone in any documents. Birth certificates, news records, nothing. Zip. It's quite strange, really..." He looks out the window at nothing in particular before continuing,"The fans around her said they panicked and didn't watch where she went. It is very strange, one second she's there and the next she's gone."

My neutral features turn into ones that hold confusion. How did she just... vanish?

"We've got our top detectives and cops on the case at the scene right now, looking everything over. That laptop holds the video, look it over when you have the time."

I send a small smile of gratitude towards him and he returns it before placing a hand on my shoulder, "She'll be fine."

I don't say anything, only turn to look at my navy shoes.