Angels of the Underworld

Chapter eleven- pieces of a puzzle

Niall's pov

"No"

It's kind of funny how one word can send everything you thought you had spiralling and crashing down. After I asked her I felt as if I was on cloud nine but now I feel as if I've been dragged into the very bottom of the fiery pits of hell. I get up off of my knee, feeling sick to my stomach as I look up at my would be fiancé. She is staring at me with fierce passion, tears pricking at her eyes, this confuses me as she was the one that said no to me. Yet strangely I find myself,feeling awfully sorry for her because she looks broken and fragile.

As I sit next to her on the cold, damp, metal bench looking out at the dim,orange lit lake I sigh and she places a slender hand on my knee and squeezes it causing me to look up to see her smiling weakly at me. I don't trust my voice enough to speak yet so I smile weakly back and bow my head yet again, heavy with humiliation, rejection and shame.

" it's not you baby, or me in fact. It's just that I'm only eighteen, I'm not ready to walk down the aisle just yet. Keep the ring Niall as one day I will, when I think we're both ready for it?"

She says to me calmly, and flashes me a million dollar smile. This warms me inside knowing I haven't faced total rejection, she's right too we both are still young.

I grasp the sides of her face with my hands and smash my lips against hers, feeling the fireworks yet again. I can never tire of kissing her because each time is like the first time.

We pull away and rest our foreheads together, panting slightly I finally feel united with my second half again. For the brief period of time I thought I had lost her I missed her like crazy.

"I love you"

I say and peck her lightly on the lips receiving a smile and a peck on the lips from her.

"And I love you"

Cherry's pov

"Do it or else I'll kill him"

The familiar male voice spat down the phone, in such a vile and harsh tone that it makes me flinch back so much that I nearly drop my phone.

I hang up in tears, I know this is the only way to save Thomas from the claws of the anonymous male. I know what I'm about to do is wrong and sick but I have to, to save him.

"Sweetie? Are you alright I heard a loud movement?"

I smile at my dad's blissful unawareness of what I'm about to do.

"Yes thank you daddy. If you could please come up here that would be great."

I call into nothingness (as I don't know where he is of course) in a sickly sweet voice. I sigh as I hear his footsteps making their way up the stairs.

I stare blankly down at the numbers scrawled in a hurry onto the back of an old receipt.

For Thomas.

Zayn's pov

"MAKING MY WAY DOWNTOWN"

It's very late at night, so late in fact that its early morning. Anyway it's late at night and I need good ole' driving music to keep me awake and I actually quite like this one so don't judge me. Music is like my secret love, I love the power over emotions it has. The only other person that knows my favourite song is of course, Perrie. Chasing Cars by Snow patrol really gets to me and makes me think about life in a way that I don't think anyone could possibly even begin to comprehend.

As the music begins to work its magic, pulsing good vibes into my blood and through my veins i think to a good, no brilliant in fact, point.The final contract was signed confirming that the army are going to pass us the arms we asked for on the Thursday after next. It's done, everything is done. The time,the date,the place and the contract has been signed Harry is going to be ecstatic, all of the boys will be. Finally for the first time in days I actually feel okay.