Taken (A 1D fanfic)

Chapter 16 (finally)

Eeek! Sorry I haven't updated, guys! I've had some issues (aka drama)! And also I've been fangirling over so many things at once that it's taken a while to calm down. .-. BUT WHO ELSE IS EXCITED FOR BEST SONG EVER?!?!?!?! AND THE 3 YEAR ANNIVERSARY!

I'm also a Whovian, and the 50th anniversary special airs in November and I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG BUT I ALSO CAN AND AAARRRGGGHHH SO MANY DIFFERENT FEELINGS.

Harry Potter: STILL HAVEN'T (and never will) GET OVER ANY DEATHS, JOYS, ETC.

Divergent: OCTOBER 22ND!!! 3RD BOOK!!! ALLEGIANT!!! AAAHHH!!! MARCH!!! THE MOVIE!!! EEKK!!!

And now I can breathe :) Enjoy ;)

ALSO; no one entered my cover contest :'( I'll make up my own then... NOW YOU CAN ENJOY, MY SMEXY POTATOES!!! Sorry if it's. short :( -Katie <3

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I wake up in a bed. An unfamiliar one, at that. I try and sit up to see where I am, but I can't, it hurts my head too much. Instead I turn my head to the left and see Niall lying in a bed next to me. I look to my right and see a wall. Were we in a hospital? Why? Then, it all comes back; the lights, the sirens, the yelling. And the entire time, I just wanted to know if Niall was alright.

"Hayley?" I hear him say, and I look over. I now wish I hadn't, his face was bruised in multiple places, and I could see a little blood.

"Niall. W-what happened?"

His smile faded. "You were shot. They shot you, and I ran over to where they were after I called 911. We fought, until one if them dragged me over to the car, beat me, and left me there. I was passed out, I have no idea what happened between then and about five minutes ago," he said.

"Who were they?"

"The one who shot you, that was Louis. I have no idea who was with him, though."

"Are you alright?" I asked, genuinely worried. He just chuckled.

"Hayley, I'm fine. What about you, though? You're the one who was shot!" he said, smiling. If only he knew that his smile makes me weak in the knees...

"I'm fine, my head just hurts. Where did he shoot me, anyway?"

"He-he hit your skull, it just didn't meet your brain. I freaked out at first, I thought he killed you; that's when I rang 911. I saw you were breathing, and then everything else happened. I swear if he had killed you.... Hayley, I honestly have no idea what I'd do," he said, eyes glossing over with tears.

"Hey, don't cry. I would ask you to come over here with me, but there's no room," I said. I honestly can't stand to see anyone I love cry, especially not Niall. The TV, I now noticed, was on, and there was breaking news.

My mother had been killed.

They were searching for the suspect, as the reporter said, and they showed a sketch of him.

Louis.

That bastard tried to kill me. Then he killed my mother. He will pay. The second I'm released, I swear...

"Hayley? Niall? You're both free to go. Hayley, bed rest for at least two weeks. Niall, you'll have to help her out."

"Don't worry, I've got it covered. I'll take good care of you, angel," he said, and I smiled along with him. A nurse wheeled in a wheelchair, and Niall helped me get into it before rolling me out the door. But he stopped. I looked up, and I locked eyes with the person I had missed dearly for four years before today.

There, standing in front of me and Niall, was my father.

"You," I heard Niall say behind me, "You were there with Louis! I knew it! How could you let him shoot your own daughter? My angel? And your wife! That's no way to treat your family when you left them for four years! If you had just given up the damn information, Hayley wouldn't be in a wheelchair, and she would still have a mother! But no, you just have to 'protect them.' Well, that didn't work! That little plan of yours backfired, and now my angel is on bedrest until she has the fucking ability to sit up again! Now, if you'll excuse me, we need to get home." Niall maneuvered around my father, and we left the hospital.