Niall's POV:
I felt the weight on the other side of the bed disappear and I snapped my head up. "Liam?" I asked. "I was checking on Elizabeth. Seeing if she's any
better," he said and I nodded, getting up and following him. "Elizabeth?" Whispered Liam. Nobody answered. "Elizabeth!" He yelled. Still no sound. I
walked to her bed and crouched down by her, grabbing her hand. "Liam, it's cold," I whispered. He sat down by me and stoked her head. She couched
a little and opened her eyes. "Daddies," she mumbled and coughed. "Liam call the doctors," I demanded and he sat beside me. "Niall, it's to late. All
they would do is make it go faster," he said, crying. "No," I whimpered and he hugged me. "Daddies, what's wrong?" She asked in a raspy voice.
"Nothing's wrongs, sweetie. Nothing's wrong," I reassured her and she smiled. "Good. You guys can't ever be sad," she said and rolled onto her side,
taking her last breath.
*******
I woke up screaming and I felt somebody pusheding my back down in the bed. "Shhh, Niall it's alright. It's alright. What's wrong?" Liam asked, still
holding me down. "E-Elizabeth. She died," I choked out and he hugged me. "She's fine, Ni. She's not even sick," he said and I sat up. "Go check on her," I
told him and he walked to her room and came back. "She's got a little cough but-" "get medicine or something!" I screamed and he went to the
bathroom and got it. He went back to her room and gave it to her, then came back and layed down by me. "How do you do that?" He asked and I
shrugged. "I'm just that awesome," I answered and pressed my lips harshly on his. He groaned and grinned against my leg. "Liam," I groaned as he
slipped my boxers off, then his. "Niall, Elizabeth with be fine," he reassured me and pushed in. I whimpered. "Did I hurt you Ni? I'm sorry," he said
and started going slower. He kissed me sloppily on the neck as he got closer. "Liam," I groaned as I got close and he grunted. "Three, two," he said
and we released at the same time. He crawled off me and pulled me closer to him, and I drifted off.
Harry's POV:
I woke up and saw Louis sitting on the edge of the bed, mumbling something. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him towards me. "Elliot
wasn't feeling good," he told me and I frowned. "Poor Elliot," I said and took the lump in his arms from him. "Feel better soon, Elliot," I said and
kissed his forehead. "I think he's hungry," Louis said and ran to his room to grab some formula. He came back and handed it to me. "Thanks," I said
and started feeding him. When he finished eating I burped him and put him back in his room. "I have to go to work tomorrow," I sighed and Louis
sat down by me. "I don't want you to go though," he said, sitting on my lap and resting his head on my chest. "But I have to if you want Elliot to
keep living here," I said and he nodded. "I'll be bored though," he said and I shrugged. "Nonsense. You have Elliot," I said and he nodded. "What's your
work schedule?" He asked. "Uh, 9:30 AM to 5:30 PM," I said and he sighed. "That's a long time," he said and I layed down, grunting in agreement.
"'M tired," I mumbled and pulled him closer to me. "Goodnight. I guess," he said and I fell asleep.
