The secret side of me

Chapter 11

Chapter 11~Niall's pov

I sat in the back of the car with a sobbing Layla in my arms. I tried my best to calm her down but it was no use. There was no calming her down. She just watched her best friend murder her brother. I whispered reassuring things in her ear while rocking her slowly. It wasn't long untill we pulled up to the house. I picked her up bridal style and carried her inside. When we walked in everyone turned to us. Some with sympathetic looks and some with tears of thier own. Nick nodded upwards silently telling me to take her upstairs. I hadn't been upstairs so I just picked a door and walked in lucky to find a bedroom. I layed her down on the bed and tried to stand back up but was pulled down to the bed with Layla.

"Stay with me." She whispered still crying."Please." I nodded laying down next to her and wrapping my arms around her waist. I just sat there and tried to comfort her for what felt like hours as she cried into my chest. She had finally fallen asleep and it wasn't long before I did too.

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*2 weeks later*

I walked up to the now familiar house and walked in. I saw Nick and Luke on one couch and Ben and Erika on the other. Not one of them looking up at me or saying a word not aknowledging my presence. I sat down on a near by chair and we all sat there in silence. The silence was starting to get unbearable so I cleared my throat loudly, making everyone look up at me. They looked at me as if they had no idea I was sitting here the whole time. I looked at Nick expectantly and to my dissapointment he looked down at his hands and shook his head.

"She still hasn't come out."He said with a pained expression on his face. After the day her brother died Nick and I went back to her house to grab her stuff, knowing she wouldn't want to go back there. She has been staying here for the past two weeks. At first I wouldn't leave her, but it was always the same. We would try to help her, talk to her, or even get her to look at us but we never got a response. She hasn't done any thing and I was really starting to worry. Half of the time she will just lock the door not letting any of us in. I try to get her to talk every day but I never get a response.

I walked up to her room and knocked on the door even though I know there will be no response. I put my hand on the cold metal door knob and turned it slightly but it didn't budge. She had locked it again. I moved to the side leaning on the wall, I slid down in to a sitting position and put my head against the wall. At first it was silent but slowly the sound of small sobs came from the other side of the wall. I closed my eyes tightly pianed by the sound.

I hated this. I hated hearing her cry all the time. I hated the way she changed. At first it was all at once but day by day it got worse. I hated that blank expression she always wore, day by day she looked more distant. Her cheeks got hollow and she started to loose weight and you could so obvioiusly tell. Her face drained of all color. That glowing smile she got when talking to all of her family here, that sparkle in her eyes that seemed to twinkle when she laughed where now gone. I had never noticed these little details about her. I never payed attention to her before, but now she seemed to be all that was on my mind.I wanted nothing more than to have her back the way that she was before this had happened.

When I heard her cry all I want to do is hold her untill she stopped. Its horrible to know that I used to be the reason for her cries. I just wanted to hold her and comfort her until she stopped and I would make sure that she never cried again. No matter what it took. Her cries kept going and I slowly started to bang my heard against the wall trying to block out the horrible sounds. I hated not being able to help her since all I've ever done is hurt her so I hated it when she locked me out. I always wait by the door until she unlocked it. I was hoping it won't be long this time.