Bleached (One Direction)

Chapter 45

| Dresses and Suits |

"Wake up sir." Someone's blurry voice said. I frowned, slowly opened my eyes seeing that I was in a hospital room. I didn't get to see who it was that woke me up, but I didn't think much of it.

I instantly remember what happened to Abigail before I passed out and I shot up. I ran over to the door opening it, and saw all the doctors and nurses passing by. I ran a hand through my hair and ran down the hall to room number 997 which was hers. Outside her room all the boys and girls were seated, crying.

"Wh-What happened." I stuttered staring at the back of Eleanor's head, that was buried into Louis chest.

"She's gone!" Harry screamed, erupting into sobs.

"Gone?" I questioned. No one answered, they just cried harder at my words. "Our Abigail, gone?" I laughed. "No way."

"Niall..." Dani sniffed. "Were not playing around." She cried.

"Y-You mean?" I stuttered yet again.

"We're so sorry Niall." Zayn wiped his eyes.

I stopped completely, I stopped breathing, moving, and I swear I felt my heart stop. My vision stopped, and the memories came. All the memories. The good memories, the bad memories, the sad memories, the funny memories.

This was it. She's gone, forever. I won't ever see her long blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, light freckles, ever again. Ill never hear her sing, talk, laugh, yell, or cry. Ill never get to be an uncle, and she's never gonna be an aunt.

She won't ever be here ever again. She meant so much to me, more then anyone else ever has. I wish I could just hug her and tell her how much I love her one last time.

She's gone though, right?

"Where is she." I whispered.

"Still in her room." Liam muttered, trying to soothe Dani. I nodded, walking over to Harry and hugging him. I know he was hurting just as bad as me. Abigail was his bestfriend, they shared so much and, it kinda made me jealous. He cried into my shoulder, and I had no clue why I wasn't crying. Shock maybe. I patted his back, holding him tight. This seemed fake. It always crossed my mind that she could die, but I never thought she actually would. Never take anything for granted.

"I already miss her." Harry whimpered.

"Me too." I mumbled. What's going to happen now? Will we keep going on with our lives, will the band break up, will we try to forget we ever even met her? I sure hope we don't.

••• A Week Later •••

"Niall..." Zayn said knocking on my door. "It's time." I heard him say. I sighed straightening out my tie in the mirror, and brushing a hand through my hair sorting it out. Tightening my belt, and pulling my jacket closer to my body one last time. I walked over to the door from my stop by the mirror opening it up, revealing Zayn dressed in a tuxedo and Perrie next to him with a nice black dress on.

"You look amazing, Niall." Perrie complimented me, smiling shyly. I thanked her quietly, following them down the hall. The walls were painted a dark orange and light orange stripes, and occasional pictures hung on the walls of flowers and trees. Basically anything nature related. The floor was a nice maroon color, going nicely with the walls making the place seem a little eerie. Well.... it was a funeral home. My dress shoes slid across the carpeted floors, as I stumbled behind Zayn and his fiancé.

We reached the end of the hall, Zayn turning around and facing me. He looked down, then back up at me, placing a hand on my shoulder as he stared into my eyes.