Niall |DISCONTINUED|

11

Perrie Edwards did not go to Jaymes Cluster High no, but Eleanor Calder was good company. It seemed that she was the only sane one, among devious plots, vicious videos and unjust pig slaughter. So when Eleanor asked for an acquaintance whilst she spruced up the gymnasium for the Prom, she couldn't deny her. There were ribbons and banners, strung nearly everywhere. Lights lining the walls, tables dresses that hung low, the lot. Everything was beautiful, un-categorically so, it befit Eleanor's expectations, and she had played a hand in it all.

Eleanor secured some red ribbon around a light before sliding down the ladder. She suspected that it was the sudden inertia that flipped her stomach and sent it lurching up to the hilt of her chest. She ran a bit, scurried in a way that took her to the toilets before her abdomen clenched and the agony brought her to her knees. Ironic, brought to her knees by torment as Niall did the same in prayer.

She spat and hacked and dispelled the contents of her stomach, thinking that death was eminent. And then it stopped, and she rested over the bowl of the toilet, tired enough to take to bed, but relieved that it was over.

"Eleanor, are you okay?" She hadn't even realised Perrie before, holding her hair back, rubbing her back softly, wondering what the earth had manifested within Eleanor Calder. She only wanted to quell the tortured girl.

Waves of pain settled in and they came in the form of a subtle ache, yet still enough to elicit an unforgettable kind of somatic grief. She mostly choked on sobs, feeling too prideful after her prior weakness to bring out a full on hailstorm.

The ladies returned to the gymnasium and Eleanor took a seat, feeling pitiful. Work was the least of her worries, she hadn't ever experienced such a terrible phenomenon, not even after three rounds of ice cream prior to her riding Excalibur at Funtown.

When night fell over Jaymes Cluster High, Zayn Malik rolled in with Sophia in tow. They boasted their special brew, evil intentions in mind as they mounted the staircase that led to the overhead of the stage. There were lights and ropes and sandbags. They didn't bother with tip toeing along the length of the platform, but they were cautious in handling the concoction.

"When the time comes, I was thinking about letting you pull the rope." Sophia offered as she strung the bucket along.

"Baby I was banking on it." Zayn declared, and the rope hesitated above them both before Zayn gave it  good tug and a splotch of blood painted Sophia's cheek; her second taste of the poison that she had in store for Niall. She gasped in surprise and aimed a punch at Zayn.

"Be careful you stupid shit!" She whispered before using her jacket sleeve to wipe away the muck. "You see Eleanor today? She looked like shit." Sophia commented.

"No, I didn't see Eleanor, Hollingsworth got me suspended if you do recall." Zayn secured the rope, stepping back and smiling at the grace of his work.

Niall Horan was in for it.

Short, not read for grammatical accuracy...the usual.