Save Your Life| l.t.

Chapter 26: Losing Home

Wow, I know none of you expected that, but I do promise it serves a purpose.  This chapter is really just transition and travel, but from the side of someone who knows trauma, this is as accurate, but as least detailed as I can write.  The next chapter will be coming soon, as I officially finish fall semester tomorrow! Last final and it's going to kill me but anyways I'll let you read!  Thank you!

Anne POV

I sit on the floor of the bathroom with a beer on the floor and a razor sitting next to me. Niall pushes open the door slowly, his eyes puffy and he looks at me for a moment, before grabbing gauze from under the sink. He wordlessly takes my destroyed arm and wraps it tightly.

"You're not mad?" I hiccup and he shakes his head before kissing my arm.

"With everything else going on no." He says softly and places the razor in the toilet and flushes. I don't fight. I can tear apart a shaving blade. He takes a deep breath. "We... canceled everything for the next week with the possibility of an extension. We didn't give an actual reason, but we know the fans will make the connections." He says. I wipe at my face with tissues and he pulls my sleeves down. "We are coming with you back home. It's the least we can do. And I need to be there." He says softly before he cries again. "Just fucking hell!" He shouts and hits the wall hard enough his knuckles split. "Why in hell! Getting kicked off a team doesn't make it okay to shoot up a damn school!" he screams. He hits the wall again and again and again. I stand shakily, and grab him from behind hugging him tightly.

"Don't shout... please?" I ask and he takes quick harsh breaths.

"Yeah, sure, sorry." He grumbles. The door pops open and Lottie looks in.

"Are you okay? I made some hot chocolate, if you want some." She says quietly. I can see tear tracks running down her cheeks. Niall nods and grabs my hand before pulling me with him from the bathroom. The living area is a mess. Papers are torn and thrown everywhere, pillows are off the couch and beer sits on every table. Louis and Harry sit together holding each other, and Liam is holding a pillow to his chest. Louis see's me and he stands quickly and pulls me in tightly letting harsh breaths hit my skin. I hold him back and tears keep falling.

"We got our jet to meet us in Tuscaloosa." He whimpers and squeezes me tightly. "We'll get through this I promise." He stutters. I hold onto him tightly and don't speak. "We have ten minutes." He adds. I nod and pull away to wipe my nose again. Grabbing a makeup wipe I harshly clean off my face and grab leggings and my sweat of Louis' tattoos and pull them on quickly in the bathroom. Stepping out I throw it back in my bunk and grab my travel bag and stuff it randomly. I grab the paper my mum had the 300 hundred in and I stare at it.

We love you so much so stay safe and we will see you soon! Love mum, dad and Nicole x

I rub my eyes and speak up.

"Louis... do tattoos hurt." I ask and he looks up from the table.

"Depends on your pain tolerance and where you get it. Why, you shouldn't make any rash decisions." He says and I rub my face.

"I found this." I say and hand it out to him. He reads the last line. "I want that. That last line." I say quietly. He nods and hands it back.

"If you still want it in a week I'll set you up with some people I know." He says quietly. I nod and throw my blanket and phone charger into my bag. My phone rings and it's Elisa. My heart drops again and I grab my curtain.

"Louis!" I shout and he's in my bed in an instant. He holds me to his chest as I answer the call.

"Yeah?" I say breathless, scared out of my mind.