Guardian Dressed In White // l.s. [Slow Updates]

Hell is Empty

'Hell is empty and all the devils are here.'
-William Shakespeare

..Time jump..
8 hours after Louis passed out

My head pounded in time with my heart. Blood rushed in my ears. It was like I was in a coccoon of pain. Where everything from outside was background noise.

My eyes strained against their sockets and all I wanted to do was fall back into oblivion and escape.

But I couldn't. My job wasn't finished here.

Slowly my eyes flutter open. Darkness greeting me. I'm- in my bed? Sweaty and gasping for air. All I could remember was being choked and hit in the face. Hard!

A sudden dizziness.

Me slipping onto the ground.

And everything after that was inky.

Niall must have put me here after I passed out. Speaking of the lad I note the noiceless atmosphere.

The house relatively quiet. No sound of a t.v., running water, or the Irish lad himself. 'He must be asleep.' I think to myself as I try to move.

Getting out of bed is a difficult task in itself. As I attempt to sit up a massive wave of dizziness overcomes my senses.

I wait for the room to stop spinning before kicking the covers off my legs. Slowly standing on wobbly limbs. Inching bit by bit to my bedroom door. Walking across the hall and knocking on Nialls room door.

"Um, Niall." I call out weakly. My voice trembling a bit. Afraid of him possibly lashing out at me again. But I need to know if he's ok and I want to apologize for being such a bother earlier today.

My prying behavior is what got Niall to act so riotously towards me. I deserved such a punishment. Hopefully next time, if and when, I ever find myself in a similar situation, this would surely act as a reminder.

Don't be so inquisitive in other's affairs...

"Nialler?" I try, hoping the use of his nickname would lessen his anger if it were still present. I softly knock at the door again. Feeling a bit dispirited at him not letting me in.

My hand limply falls at my side as I lean my head against the oak door. "Niall- can I come in?" I desperately cry.

At this point, I begin to worry less about the possibilities of him harming me as all I want is to see his face. Be it a smile or sneer. I just want to assure he's ok.

I've been standing outside his door for about ten minutes. Begging and pleading for him to let me in, to no avail. He just ignores me. Which is something that he wouldn't normally do. He'd instead grab me by my- Wait!

'Somethings off!'

In my panic I wouldn't give up on him that easily. Pounding my fists against the door. Desperate for a reply. "No. no. no. no. no!" I chant like it'd change the outcome of my fears. "Niall!" I shriek, thinking the worst. He has to be in here.

He just has to!

Jingling the door handle a bit I find... 'it's open!" I smile a bit. Inwardly cheering as I twist the knob. Briskly walking in to explore.

"Ni?" I call prowling around his room. Checking under his duvet, bed, and in his closet. Glancing around I regard the cracked bathroom door. Light projecting from underneath the door frame.