Thunder

The End

The beginning of this chapter is from the Ed Sheeran song: "cold coffee", there's a double bracket, where it changes to present tense for effect and around then you should play the link, thank you so much for reading. Susie xx

“You could stay with me forever or you could stay with me for now…tell me if I’m wrong, tell me if I’m right, tell me if you need a loving hand to help you fall asleep tonight.” My voice is quiet in the still air, as I lightly brush January’s dark hair from her face. Her pale skin makes her looks like a small fragile doll on the bed, her hand up at her mouth. My fingers trace the contours of her fragile spine. She’s lost weight.

“Harry,” she murmurs, for a second I think she’s woken up but she laughs lightly in her sleep and mumbles something else that I can’t hear.

“Your mine forever,” I whisper in her sleep deadened ear and I lay back on the bed, pulling her with me so she lies across my chest.

I woke up lying on a cold hard bed in an unfamiliar room, I pressed the balls of hand to my eyes in agony trying to remember how I got there. When I did I felt a dark hole rip through my chest and tear through my whole body ripping my soul and tearing it to shreds so I was in an empty space of nothing and pain. I called out her name, in the hope she would come for me, in the hope I had been wrong in the hope that maybe somehow it had all been a nightmare and that she would come in at any second, her face etched with concern. Eventually the door opened but January did not sweep in, it was Niall. He hurried to my side and grabbed me in hug swaying back and forward slightly as though he was rocking an over grown baby as I choked sobs from my lips.

“Shh,” he soothed, his own voice rough, “it’s going to be okay.”                                   

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I walked back into the kitchen, after what seemed like forever Harry, exhausted had collapsed back onto the bed. Wendy stood at the counter of out rented room, her own eyes ringed red, a result of lack of sleep and her own tears.

“How is he?” she asked but I just shook my head. No words would adequately describe the pain and anger which I knew Harry felt right now. Slowly I reached into my pocket and slid out the small folded piece of paper January had given me the night before.

“What’s that?” Wendy asked gently, moving closer to me.

I held it up, my eyes stung with salty tears, “she gave this to me…” I pressed my lips together, “it’s for Harry.”

“Niall…?” Wendy said cautiously, “what happened last night?”

Darren stood there immobile as he watched with a blank expression. Harry bent over January’s lifeless form, her hand still clasped in his, his whole fist was tense as she squeezed it in desperation, I shut my eyes tight begging it not to be true, begging her to be alive.

Darren looked at me, a smile played on his lips and without thinking, I lifted my arm and blew Darren away his blood splattered the ground as his body fell to the ground. After that an array of police and ambulance’s showed up, they tried to take Harry away to see to his injuries but he wouldn’t leave January, he wouldn’t let them take her away:

“No!” he shouted, “don’t touch her,” he stroked her face with a trembling hand, “it’s okay baby,” he hummed, “it’s gonna be okay, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, okay, you’re gonna be okay.” I stood behind him and then slid to my knees.

“Harry it’s time to go.” I said quietly, “Harry she’s gone.” Harry shook his head.

“No Niall, she’s not she’s gonna be okay.” He looked at me and I saw it, the one tiny glimmer of delusional hope that he was holding onto.