Black & White

Chapter 34

*Izzy's POV*

We are back in the hotel getting ready for bed.

"Your parents are lovely, Niall," I said as I crawled under the warm covers, followed by Niall.

"Thanks, maybe..." he trailed off. "Maybe I could meet yours sometime?"

What!? Hell no!

"Niall, my parents aren't too keen on the idea of me dating."

"What? Why? You're nineteen?" he asked.

"Well, long story short, they'd kill you," I state.

His eyes widened, "Will they ever approve?"

"Maybe, when I'm forty," I joke.

"I'm serious, Izzy."

"I don't know, let's not worry about it though. Let's get some sleep," I say.

"Fine, good night, Izzykins! I love you!" he shouts.

I shush him and giggle, "I love you too. Good night Niallypoo!"

He shut off the bedside lamp then wrapped his arm securely around my waist. I loved how well we fit together, it's like we were two puzzle pieces.

I was about to drift off to sleep when Niall's ringtone, 'Best Song Ever' blared throughout the room.

"NIALL!" I screamed. "Turn that damn thing off!"

I rolled over to see him sound asleep. Seriously!? How the hell could he sleep through that? I looked at his mouth moving slightly. Oh my gosh, he was singing along in his sleep! That's hilarious! I shook my head and reached for his phone. The caller ID said 'Bradford Badboiiiiii!' What the hell does he want this late?

"Hello," I whispered, answering the call. I don't know why he whispered, if Niall didn't wake up to his ringtone, he definately wouldn't if I talked.

"Izzy? Is Niall there?" Zayn sounded panicky.

"Uhm, he's asleep. What do ya need?" I asked.

"Well, uhm, Harry and Tristan, they um, got in a wreck. And it's pretty bad. Anna and I just got to the hospital. Wake Niall, I have to go call Liam and Louis," he said rather quickly then hung up.

I sat there, mouth open, eyes wide, phone to my ear. How bad of a wreck? Are they okay? I slowly lowered the phone onto the table.

"Niall," I say trying to wake him. He doesn't budge. "Niall!" Again nothing. "NIALL! For the love of god WAKE UP!" this time I shake him.

"What? Let me sleep," he groans. Well someone's cranky.

"Harry and Tristan had a wreck, they're in the hospital!"

His eyes shot open at my words. "What?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yeah so get your ass in gear. We got to get to the hospital!"

*Tristan's POV*

I'm walking alone in an alleyway. Normally, I wouldn't be walking through here, but it's chilly out, and this is a shortcut back to Harry and I's.

Screams pierce through the night. I look down to find my beautiful baby girl crying in my arms. I try to comfort her, but her cries are persistent. It's like she knows something bad is going to happen.

Soon I am blinded by lights pointed to me. I recognize them as headlights. They stop only inches away from me and my little girl. A figure in all black steps out. It is wearing a mask that makes it look dead.

"Harry!" I frantically call even though I know he won't hear me. I hope for it to scare off the unwanted visitor, but it doesn't. The figure runs to me and snatches away my baby. As I try to fight it off, he knocks me out with the weapon it holds. I lay there unconscious with only one thought running through my head.