1D) Adopted by Niall Horan *Under Major Editing

Ch. 22 Practice

Ellie's POV

"Dad?"

He smiled evily as I looked at him. "You killed mum?" I asked, horrified. He nodded with an evil smirk still on his face. "You little bastard! How could you?" I screamed. He just laughed. "What kind of father are you anyway?" I asked, "You kill my mom and then you lock me in a room the size of a closet? What the hell! You nonce!" I had never sworn out load in my life, and here I was.

"What you don't understand, Ellie, is that you have been an unfaithful daughter," he replied, "I am here to get you back." "Unfaithful my ass, you killed my mum!" I screamed. "You can't say that, you are wearing the dog tags of the enemy!" he shouted.

I looked down at the dog tags from Niall. He reached out to them. "Don't you dare touch them!" I cried. He backed off, thankfully. I thought that I was going to have to bite him. "I'll let you keep them, but for emotional purposes only," he replied. He really was insane. My dog tags were all that I had left.

"You know, I was going to take your precious Niall, but I saw you first," he said. My mouth opened wide. "You wouldn't have dared!" I screamed. "Just remember, I know where he lives," he replied as he walked back upstairs.

"You can't threaten me or Niall, you asshole!" I shouted. "He probably never loved you anyway, he probably also sees what I see when I look at you," he said, "A dirty rotten little bitch." "Who was the one who abandoned me and left me in the streets to die?" I asked, "Oh right, that was you! Unfaithful my ass, you left me to die! I never did anything, I was only two!"

He was freaking threatening me! How dare he even say that he would hurt Niall! The thought of waking up only to see Niall's dead body pained me. Atleast I knew that Louis, Liam, Harry, and Zayn wouldn't let him go home alone until the case was solved.

Rather it ended with them finding my body alive or even dead.

*********************

Niall's POV

(Two weeks later)

I woke up in a empty, white room. "What the hell," I said as memories flooded back into my mind. Ellie was gone.

I felt tears drip down my face as the lads ran in. Harry was alone (oddly enough), Louis was being guided in by Eleanor because his eyes were flooded with tears, Liam was carrying Dani, though he was stumbling like crazy, and Zayn was still sitting on his chair, Perrie was pulling him in.

"I-I'm so sorry N-Ni.." Liam said, before trailing off. He started sobbing uncontrollably as he set Dani down. She looked horrific. "And the Brits are i-in a w-week," Zayn said. "Shit," I said. It had been two week, and half of us could barely even talk. Louis looked dead. He looked into my eyes and began to cry.

"When do I get out of here?" I asked. "Today," Perrie replied. I began to stratigize. "Louis, Eleanor, you will house me until she is found," I said, refusing to say Ellies's name, it would only make matters worse. "We practice all week. We can heal after the Brits." They all nodded, agreeing with my plan.

As soon as we left, we all drove down to the address given to us for the Brits.

I got out of the car only to finally know how much my rib actually hurt. I tried to catch up with the boys because they were already half way there. "Wait up lads!" I shouted. I ran, but then a surge of pain ran through my body. I fell to the ground, making a loud thud.

"Oi, are you okay, Niall?" Perrie asked, running to where I was. I slowly stood up, feeling the pain through my abdomen. "I guess," I said, "No more running for me." "Prepare to be embarresed," Louis said as he picked me up and ran inside with me.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked. He shrugged, "You were being to slow." I sighed and walked to the stage.

"You will be performing the story of my life," Simon announced as I walked in. My eyes widened at the mention of the song. Shit shit shit shit shit.

"Why that old song," I asked, "Why not midnight memories or something more upbeat?" I was not in the mood for a slow song, especially not Ellie's favorite song. "Because your fans have been requesting it and it was the best selling single on your album," he replied, "Now let's rehearse. There will not be too much dancing or moving at all, thanks to Niall's injury." Yes! I fist bumped into the air, not wanting what happened outside to happen again.

But then again, my injury meant that we were singing the story of my fucking life. Nice going, Ni.

We got on stage and began to practice. I played my guitar as best I could and sang to my heart's content, hoping that on the night of the Brits, Ellie would be by my side once again.

"That was absolutely amazing, lads," Si said as soon as we finished, "I think that only one more practice like this will be needed, how about in two days?" We nodded as we ran/walked fast to the water bottles that Perrie, Dani, and Eleanor bought for us.

"The Brits this year will be amazing, I can feel it," Louis said. "Of course they will be!" Harry agreed. Liam and Zayn also agreed as I sat down. They looked at me and remembered what was going on.

Liam started to cry and Louis buried his hand in his knees. "Enough!" Zayn shouted, disruppting our moment, "We are not going to worry about it this week, except for maybe Niall. We are going to go out there and perform our asses off because that is what she would want us too do. So how about it, for Ellie." He put his fist out in front of us, the bracelet from Ellie clearly showing. "For Ellie," Harry slowly said, his braclet showing. "For Ellie," Liam agreed, his bracelet visible. "F-For Ellie," Louis said, still whimpering, he was wearing it too. They all looked at me. Well, I was obviously wearing the bracelet.

"For Ellie," I whispered, feeling a tear come out of my eye.