Treacherous

Chapter Twenty-Eight

*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*

Louis beats angrily against the wooden door and for a second I'm scared it's going to break. He doesn't seem to care.

I haven't been able to sleep in the time that I've been in here. With pain like this it's incredibly hard to find an escape. The foreign landscape doesn't help either. I'd much rather be at home in my own comfy bed. I'd even take the couch. At least I'd still have Amie.

"Niall! Open the *beep* -ing door now!" Louis yells when I don't make a move after his consistent harsh knocking.

Now he's mad at me, and soon everyone else will follow. This time around I'm not going to get those pitied looks I received when Amie was in the hospital. Now I'll get glares of hatred from my best mates. It's what I deserve.

I make my way off of the bed and to the door.

"Niall!" Louis screams again. I open the door, but flinch when his hand comes towards me. He was just going to knock again, but his fist was fairly close to my face.

I take in his angry expression and I know that this isn't going to end well. Tears build up behind my eyes already when I see Louis' tensed jaw and rigid stance.

"What the *beep* is this?" he asks, shoving his phone in my face. It takes me a few seconds to focus on it, but when I do, my reaction isn't unexpected.

My knees shake and I hang onto the door frame to continue standing. My eyes never leave the picture.

It's the side of Amie's face; the side that I hit. A hand has been imprinted into the side of her face, the colors different swirls of black, blue, and purple. It looks like it hurts. A lot.

Tears are running down Amie's cheeks, and she's staring blankly to the side, her eyes bloodshot and red.

My chest heaves as I read the line Eleanor sent at the bottom.

Niall's doing.

"What the hell, Niall?" Louis asks again, pressing for information. "I thought you loved her! You always went on about her being 'the one', and how she was so damn perfect, so what the hell is up with this?"

If I tell him it could bring destruction on Amie, even more than I've already caused. I can't have that happen, so I move quickly and try to slam the door in his face. He catches it easily and pushes his way into the room, pushing me back as he does so.

"Niall, I need answers. If you're going to be staying here I need to know why you're here in the first place." He softens his tone when my tears start falling, but he still tries to get the information he wants.

"I-I can't t-tell you," I stammer.

His expression hardens again and his eyes stare at me with frustration as he says, "Don't say that you can't. Of course you can. You're just choosing not to tell me. So, what is it, Niall? What caused you to hit Amie for goddamn sakes?"

"Y-you don't understand, L-Louis. I really can't." My phone goes off and I hurriedly take it out of my pocket, putting our conversation aside.

From: Unknown Number

Don't you even think of telling him. Amie can be gone in a quick second. Eleanor, too.

My pulse increases. If I tell him he will most definitely blame me for the death of his lover.

"Just trust me, Louis. Please," I beg. "You simply can't know." I no longer stutter. I can't have Louis finding out.

He looks at me warily, deciding if it's worth arguing about. He then says, "Just tell me why you hit her."