I'll remember him 2

Silent

*Celine's POV*

Niall is laying on top of me again. A soft snoring sound leaves his mouth. The warm breath striking my skin. He's always laying like this, with his head on my chest and one leg and arm on me. In winter it's nice but on warm days it's very warm.

But today I'm not feeling well, it's too cold and too warm at a time.

Maybe because that bitch of a Sophia keeps flashing before my eyes. Those lips... Every time I think about them I can't help but picture them stuck into a vacuum cleaner.

I know Kate isn't afraid of her but the look on Astrid's face makes me thinking she better is.

I look at the clock on Niall's bedside table. It's 23.46. I need to get some sleep. I'll look like a dead body again. Like every morning.

I think I need a glass of water. And some fresh air. My hair is soaked of my sweat. I push Niall's body as gently as possible off mine. He seems heavier then before. Or I'm weaker than usually.

When I put Niall's blonde hair on his pillow, I cover him with the blanket.

The floor feels cold to my naked feet.

I step on my toes towards the door, turn the knob and open the door with a low creak. I leave it slightly opened, just for not to make any unneeded noises.

Where am I even going?

My mind doesn't know what I'm doing but my feet carry me to the bathroom. When I'm finally in the room I lock the door and walk to the mirror. I lean on the sink while staring at my white face in the mirror. My brain isn't functioning.

I'm afraid of myself really, I wouldn't like to run into someone like me on the street at night. When the twins would see me now they would start crying. I want to start crying.

I fill my hands with cold water after several attempts to open the crane.

I feel like I've been drinking a whole bottle of whisky by myself.

I need some fresh air, I can barely breath in here. I open the small window in the room and lean outside.

I take a deep breath like it's the last time I'll ever be able to breath cold air.

My body is still soaked, Niall's shirt is wet of my sweat. I pull the grey shirt over my head, it slides against my body to the floor.

Here I am, standing in my boyfriend's locked bathroom, wearing my panties and a bra, the window wide open.

I start to see little sparkles in all the colors of the rainbow. My legs start shaking, I need to sit down. I decide to use the toilet as my chair, the cold material makes me shiver.

After a few seconds staring at my feet everything gets black. My head is to heavy and I can't hold it up anymore. I fall on my knees on the cold floor before laying my head down. I thought that maybe the cold of the floor would make my headache fade away but it doesn't.

I hear a voice, or two, maybe three.

I want to yell, tell them to go away, tell them I'm fine but I'm too exhausted to speak, to lift my head of the floor. I can't move a single muscle in my whole body.

Suddenly everything gets silent.

Is this how dying feels like? I always imagined myself dying in my sleep, not like this. Not in my underwear, sweating and moaning.

*Niall's POV*

"I woke up and she wasn't in the bed anymore, the door is locked and she isn't answering." I say to myself.

"Niall think." I go with my hands through my hair and lean with my head against the door.

"Celine open the door!" I yell, but again it stays silent. I bang on the door repeatedly but there's no fucking answer.

"Please say something!" I beg.

When I bang on the door again Astrid joins me in the hallway.

"Niall can you just shut the hell up?"

She never was a nice morning person, especially not when you waked her. But now it's night and this is kind of an emergency.

"Can you just keep your fucking mouth and help me?! Celine is in there and she locked the door, something happened she's not answering!" I yell. Now Liam joins us as well. He wipes his eyes and looks from me to Astrid and back to me.

Looking for an answer and asking himself why he got out of bed.

"I'm going to open it." I say and Astrid nods. "Here we go." I whisper to myself after taking a few steps back. I run and jump against the wooden door but it won't open.

I try a second and a third time and when I keep failing I bang my head against the door together with my fist. The tears come up, she needs me now, something happened and I'm so close to her but not close enough to help her. Why would she close the door?

"Damn Celine!" I scream and I feel Liam's warm hands on my naked arms. It feels nice and stuff but nothing compares to how Celine touches me. How her small fingers trace my skin.

"Let me help you." Liam says. Astrid puts her hands for her eyes.

Liam and I both take three steps back and run towards the door. We jump and before I realize we're in the bathroom. My mind isn't taking everything my eyes tell. My grey shirt is laying next to her on the floor. The window is wide open and the water keeps streaming out of the crane.

Astrid joins us and bends on her knees to turn Celine on her back. Liam shuts the crane of and closes the widow. He's always thinking of the practical things. And me? I am staring at my girlfriend, speechless.

"Niall do something!" Astrid yells completely panicking.

I bend down and take Celine into my arms. Her heart is still beating, I hear the pulse when I lay my head on her chest. But it's slower than usually.

Her almost naked body rests on my arms as I carry her to my bed. Just when I put her hair behind her ear and decide to search a small blanket to cover her body with Astrid comes in the rooms.

"Is she okay?" She asks. What a question, yea she's fine can't you hear her laughing and dancing?

What's wrong with her? I decide to ignore the ridiculous question.

"Celine, do you hear me?"

I softly hit her cheek. "Come on."

I shake her shoulder softly but she isn't waking up. What's the matter with her?

"I call a doctor." My sister says more to herself than to me. I try to put Celine in her shirt, I tried it once before and that was a complete disaster. Now again it's a disaster.

Her body doesn't want to help me.

After putting her arm in the wrong sleeve two times, they are on the right place. I softly lay her head down on her pillow. What if I didn't wake up to find her?

I kiss her head and lips before laying my head on her slowly moving chest,

just to make sure she's still breathing. And her heart is still beating. Maybe something very wrong is going on inside of her.