jail cell // l.t.

Prologue






"So, I came here to ask you why you shot Niall. He's in the hospital now because of you."




"I don't know, it could've been anyone. It's just that I have this strange obsession with jail cells."




"Like what? You're just addicted to them or something?"




"I guess you can say that. It's pretty cool in here. You should come inside."




"I don't get it, why didn't you do something other than attempted murder?"




"I want to stay here forever. Like I said, I'm addicted to these places."




"Even the food?"




"Maybe not that."




"Well, anyways. This doesn't change the fact that he's in the hospital because of you. He could've died and what would I do then?"




"Look, send him an apology for me. I know it won't fix my actions, but just do it ok? And for your other question, we're already dead inside, all of us."







[a/n] I'm so excited to start this story once I get ahead in Lust since it's my first priority. I'm so excited because I actually came up with something different than anything I've ever read. I can't give away too much of the plot line but I hope you guys love it once I get this story out in like December maybe. I love the characters personality's in this story and they're gonna be different than anything I've ever written.

Vote and comment on what you think (:




Louis || Entry One

I watched as he lied on the hospital bed with dark, bags under his eyes and his skin even paler than normal. His sheets slowly filled with more blood as the doctors tried to stop it since the wounds opened up again, but it was hopeless. Every second that ticked by was a second I was this much closer to losing one of my best mates and while this happened, the person who attempted the murder was still living their life. Yes, they were taken by the police but why should they be given the chance to live when Niall's chance was being taken away?

Harry, Niall's boyfriend clutched onto the bed sheets in a desperate attempt to keep his sanity together. After all, who would want to lose the love of their life? How could I sit here and watch the love of my life, Harry, be in such a depressed state when I thought letting him go would be the best for him and make him happy. It tore my heart to shreds to see that I failed once again. Harry's knuckles turned a ghostly white from the tight clutch he held on the covers, being a distraction for the doctor.

"I'm sorry lad but I'm afraid I'm going to need you to let go of the sheets. The other doctors and I need to be able to do the best we can to keep this man alive," the doctor spoke in such a voice void of any emotion that it made me want to grab him by his shoulders and shout "My best mate is dying! How could you be so heartless!". Yet I had to refrain myself because I knew Niall needed us right now, and thankfully, he had wrote everything down in a journal of how he felt about us so he wouldn't have to waste effort in trying to speak now. We wouldn't put him through that trouble.

This was just much more than I can handle right now. All of the depressing tone in the room and no one even bothered being upset towards the girl who had shot him in the first place. Being the anger issue filled person I am, I grabbed my coat off of the rack and stepped outside of the hospital room to go search for this girl. I sure as hell am not letting her get away this easily.



[a/n]: just so you guys know, this book will switch POVs throughout each little entry and it'll be quite lengthy because I'm not doing chapters. I got the idea from a book I've recently read that I bought and I thought it would be easier to progress through the story. Ily guys

xx Amyy

Harry || Entry 2

My vision became blurry as tears formed in my eyes from watching my boyfriend lie bleeding on the hospital bed. His voice could barely form words as he tried to speak to me, before he left forever and I would be able to hear his angelic voice again. It was devastating to know that in a short matter of time, every little thing of his that I fell in love with, my five senses wouldn't register anymore. His blue eyes that were always intoxicating and bright, his angelic voice, the soft touch of his fingertips, the taste of his sweet lips, and the smell of him every time I woke up in the morning.

Everything about this was wrong. Tomorrow was supposed to be the day I finally confessed to him how crazy in love I was with him and propose. The ring was inside one of my socks in our little nightstand, and some insane girl decides to shoot him. How fucked up is that?

My ears perked as I heard him whisper my name out in a raspy voice, "Harry...". It was slow and barely audible, and it was then that I could tell that he was much closer to his death than I wanted him to be. How could the world's most perfect person in the entire world who had so much going for them, die at such a young age. My mind floods back to when we sang Forever Young. If only that wish was granted then I could still have Niall.

Louis had already previously left the room in a pissed off mood, but all of us knew better than to go after him. He just needed some time alone to recover from this, just like I needed to. But never would I miss a second of the very few I had to be away from Niall. I wanted to be the last thing he sees when he closes his eyes.

"Yes baby?" I asked as he lifted his hand up and wiped away a stray tear that I hadn't known escaped. Everything in the room was silent except for the beating of the heart monitor. Oh how I would give up my life so he could live, but I've tried to many times to do that. I suggested to the doctors to take my blood and somehow give it to him. It didn't make sense to me or anyone, but I was desperate. Losing the love of your life is the most difficult thing to ever experience and it just drives you insane.

"Don't forge me, please. I love you and the boys so much and I wouldn't take back anything. I'm glad I'm dying if it means I get to experience my love with you even if it was for a short period of time. Please read the journal, you and the boys. I love you Harry," he breathed out as he held onto my hand tightly.

"I love you Niall, I promise-," I was cut off the by the sound of his heart monitor going flat while his eyes fluttered closed. That was it. I lost everything I've ever loved, and there was no way I would be able to have him again. There is no more One Direction, not without Niall. There is no Niall anymore. I let out a loud series of cries as the doctors stopped and pulled their bloody hands away. Why wasn't anything enough to save him?

I curled into a bawl against the tile floor as I weeped to Niall's death.

1 year ago...

Louis ||

My eyes fluttered open to be met with a sleeping Harry next to me, his arm lazily stretched across my body as small snores escaped his slightly parted lips. A simple smile stretched onto my face as I placed my fingers in his curls and just twirled them around, not even really doing anything. It was just us and our slow in tune breathing and that was more than I could ever ask for.

After a few seconds of just sitting around and letting my fingers trail up and down on Harry's back, his emerald eyes opened and looked straight at me with a goofy smile. He pulled my closer to him and squeezed me so tight I swear that I was going to explode into millions of Louis. "Morning babe," he spoke in his raspy voice that was deeper than usual since he just woke up and, wow, how hot did he sound right now.

"Morning Haz," I spoke quietly, butterflies forming in my stomach as I felt his breath fan against my neck. His fingers slowly trailed down my back and under the covers before roaming back upwards. It still amazed me how I had him all for myself when he was worth so much more than me. He was so imperfectly perfect and had the biggest heart, and I was just the underdog with feminine looks.

I groaned to myself as I remembered that we had an interview to attend and would most likely ask the question everyone wanted to know : Did we have girlfriends? Sometimes I just wanted to stand up, throw a chair to the ground, and yell that I have a boyfriend. Why do they ask if we have girlfriends, is their something wrong with being gay or bi? Harry is mine, I love him so fucking much.

"Something wrong?" Harry asked in a low whisper, sleep evident in his voice.

"Yeah, we have that stupid interview to go to," I muttered, wrapping my leg around his. He nodded his head and lifted my chin up with his thumb so I would have to look at him.

"Don't stress over it. You know I love you Louis, and I don't care what anyone says. One day, I promise we'll go on dates in public and have our own little world where no one can tell us we have to hide. I love you so much," he stated with a smile on his face. I pecked him on the lips until Mr. Lover over here decided, it wasn't enough. Our bodies seemed to naturally intertwine with each other as his hands found my hair and tugged on it slightly.

His tongue pried my mouth open and suddenly, coolness replaced the heat. It was like we were in our own little world just like he promised. As my hands roamed his back, he suddenly stopped and pulled away from me. Did I do something wrong? Why is he acting all jiffy all of a sudden?

"I have to go," he whispered as he walked out of the hotel room and closing the door behind him. What the hell was that?



[a/n] if it seems like I'm writing short chapters, it's because it's not chapters in this book, each update represents a page or two like it would be in a real book. So each update is a different POV and this is going to back to 1 year before Niall got shot in case you guys get confused. Ily all
-xx

Harry //

As his fingertips travel down my spine with such tenderness, my mind immediately goes to when Niall's fingers were trailing down my spine as well. I was slowly starting to find an interest towards the blonde haired boy, but I didn't want to be unfaithful towards Louis. Not after how much love he has given me and how much we've been through. I pull away from Louis and look up at the ceiling as awkwardness and confusion begin to fill the room.

"I have to go," I mumbled and exited the room before he could ask anything that I might give away. I have no idea how it happened and how I was falling for Niall, but sadly, it was and I just didn't have enough force to stop it because it was my heart that was aching for this. I slid down the door of our hotel room and placed my head in my hands, hoping no fan or employee would come along and find me clad in only my boxers. Wouldn't want that to get out to the media.

I waited in the silence for quite some time when I heard sniffling coming from behind the door and high pitched sob that could only come from Louis. My Louis. I knew his habits when he cried, and right now, he was most likely in one of my sweaters that were far too large on him and cuddling against my pillow. It always comforted him but it broke my heart that I was the one to inflict pain on him and yet he still went to any possible parts of me for comfort.

Liam stepped out of his hotel room and immediately noticed me sitting on the rough surface of the carpet. "Everything alright, Harry?" He asked as he walked over to me and sat down with his legs crossed. I wanted to tell him about everything since I knew I could trust him and he was excellent at giving advice, but maybe it would be best for everyone if no one knew about this. So I quietly nodded my head and ignored the forming tears.

"Look, I know something's bothering you. You don't have to talk about it now but know that you can come to me if you need it. Paul also said to get ready for the interview, we're leaving in twenty you lovebird," Liam teased and headed over onto Zayn's room. I hesitantly walked back into the room and was attacked by a pair of arms that were thrown around me followed by a couple of teardrops against my skin. I ran my fingers through his silky hair, trying to comfort him.

That was the problem, I couldn't always comfort him. I wouldn't always be there to comfort him. My heart was slowly leaving his and finding it's way into another's and I don't know how to begin to tell Louis this. "I love you," he choked out as he looked at me with those sea blue eyes with just a tint of green that I've come to memorize each detail over the past two years. My heart shattered into millions of pieces as I recognized all the pain hiding behind them. I really am a cruel person, just like the media makes me out to be.



Louis ||

We were all crowded in the van on our way for our last interview in America and everything was dead silent. I have to admit, it was uncomfortable. Especially when Niall and Harry kept exchanging glances and whispering things into the others ear while I sat here with my fingers interlaced with Harry's. When Niall looked over at me, I could see sadness and guilt clearly etched into his eyes as clear as day. There was definitely something going on between the two of them that I had no idea about.

"Can someone put the music on?" Niall asked when he noticed my eyes glaring into the side of his head, hoping I would burn a hole in it. I'm usually not mean to any of my mates, hell I'm not mean at all, but when your best friend is flirting with your boyfriend, you tend to be rude. Fuck, Niall deserved it; he was stealing my man... and doing a very good job at it as well.

"Sure," Harry mumbled as he plugged his phone in to the dock and our song came on. I listened to the lyrics silently while be both just looked into each other's eyes. It wasn't starting from the beginning, he obviously had been listening to it lately. I quickly reached over and changed the song and thank the heavens that an upbeat song came on.

"Sorry" Harry mouthed as he rubbed his thumb on my hand. All of my insides were going crazy at this small intimate touch but this was not the time to feel like that. I jerked away from him and stared outside the window, watching the people stroll down the streets with bulky jackets and shopping bags in their hand. Some were settled on a bench drinking coffee, but worst of all, the couples who didn't have to worry that their boyfriend was slipping out of their hands like sand.