The atmosphere is tense. Awkward. Louis and Harry walk a few feet ahead of me looking back occasionally to send me sympathetic looks, leaving me to process all of the events that transpired since last night. First and foremost, there were no incubi or succubi or any nightly creature after Niall last night. So in essence, there was no need to shoot and kill Cheryl. Regardless of how satisfying it was to know that she will never be a problem anymore. Secondly, however, we all decided to sleep over at my house because of how tired and exhausted we were: bad choice. While Harry and Louis were good spirited enough to forgive me, my father surely wasn't. The minute we walked in through the front door, we all feared that my father would throw fireballs while screaming about how we didn't listen to him and the Big Man about pursuing Cheryl and the asset's identity. We almost died when we finally told him that the succubus was dead and we found out that the asset is called White Dove. There were fresh bruises and scrapes on all of us when we fell asleep last night.
We finally enter through the main gateway. Everyone in the hallways immediately quiet their conversations, our demeanors and injuries burdening the lightness of the mood. Students start whispering to each other back and forth, trying to figure out why the bad boy trio is somewhat disbanded. "Did they fight?" is the general question of concern running through the minds of all the students we pass. And regardless of the tense situation at hand, I can't help but roll my eyes at the complete and utter understatement of their curious questioning.
The three of us enter the sciences hallway at the same distance between us. We stop at Louis's locker first before heading over to Harry's. Once he slams his locker door, we march on over to mine. However, we all halt in our tracks at the sight of my beautiful angel - a lilac flannel fringed with lace at the hem, ripped black skinny jeans - leaning against my locker. Damn it. We're all screwed.
"Damn it," Louis whispers, voicing all of our opinions regarding this dreaded conversation. My angel glances up with the largest smile when he realizes that it is us. That smile immediately disappears and his expression changes into shock and fear once he registers the discolored marks on our faces. All four of our breaths get stuck in our throats. His eyes dart left to right and I want to punch myself in the head when I see his eyes get watery. Louis whines out in complaint and Harry runs his rough hand down his face while letting out a groan. All very acceptable reactions I think for being the reason for tears in my flower's eyes.
"Alright, let's get this over with so I don't become an offender by making somebody like a little brother cry," Harry points out. I glance over at Louis and see the pouty nod he responds with. I let out a deep sigh and I slowly walk over to my little angel, Louis and Harry following close behind.
When I take my last step towards the blonde, a broken whimper tears through the petite body and his warm soft body slams into my chest. My arms react and instantly wrap around his delicate waist. Every single one of his broken yet melodic sobs attacks my already aching chest, inflicting more pain that anything I've ever experienced.
"Babe," I whisper out shakily, "why are you crying?" He weakly pushes against my chest and I comply even though I still want him close to me. He furiously rubs his eyes with his fists, but the tears continue to spill. I bend my knees until I'm eye level with him and I run my thumb over the reflective drops.
"Someone as pretty as you shouldn't be crying," I console him, but my angel just shakes his head and covers his face with his hands.
"Niall." I glance over my shoulder and see the concern washed all over Louis and Harry's expressions. Harry meets my gaze and his eyes ask me for approval. I slowly nod my head and Harry starts to walk over to Niall. Harry slowly opens his arms, waiting for the blonde to notice. A few seconds later, Niall looks up and without missing a heartbeat he runs and latches his arms around the werewolf's waist. I ignore the pang of jealousy in my chest because my princess needs all the comfort he needs.
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
