What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter Forty Five

I burst out the tent, and the rain hit me hard. Megan, Flora, Roos and Ellie followed me, but I ran faster than I ever could. The rain covered my eyelashes, and I realized that I forgot to put my Uggs on. Great. So I was running, bare foot, through the mud, rain hitting my skin at such a force, I thought it had made a gaping hole right in my arms. I heard Ellie shout to me that it was probably just somebody in the woods shooting down birds. 

How come i'd never heard it before then?

I'm still speechless about what I saw next. 

The rain and tears that streamed down my face made me think that I was going to flood the river. I let out an echoing scream, and fell to the ground. I was only a few centremetres away from Niall. Blood fell from his chest. I saw Roos smirk out of the corner of my eye.

'You bastard!' I jumped up and threw myself at him, but he shot out the gun and held it to my chest. 

I stepped back, the tears still streaming down my face, hard. I heard some footsteps and saw Louis and Zayn run down the hill and stop at the bottom. 

'Carrie..step away.' I heard Louis mumble through the pouring rain.

'No! He shot Niall..' I turned to him and I felt weak. I fell by his side. I saw his eyes drooping. He wasn't dead; but he'd been shot in the chest.

'Niall. Please. I don't care. I'll do anything. Please. Stay.' I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. 

'I love you..' He whispered. Another load of tears fell down my bright red cheeks. My feet were cold, my whole body was covered in mud, but I sat my Niall's side. 

'I'm sorry..' I coughed. 

'For what..' His eyebrows made the faint mark of a frown. 

'For...for..I don't know! Niall just stay. Please!' I yelled. I watched him as his bright, ocean blue eyes, closed for the last time. 

I screamed and my head into his chest...

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It's been three months. 

Louis and Zayn held Ross down whilst the police came by the campsite to arrest him. Whilst in prison Ross admitted to killing Rosa. 

Her body was found in Ross' new apartment about an hour away from the campsite. I went on twitter the other day for the first time since that dreaded day, and the directioners were well..gone. Twitter was loading about two tweets per five minutes. No Niall, meant no One Direction, meant no directioners. Louis and Harry still live together, but they all gave up singing. Liam was humming 'one thing' absentmindedly once, and he got to Niall's solo. His voice broke, and he broke down into tears. Two months after Niall's death. Nobody could get over it. 

Me? Well I still went to school. My levels were as low as they could be. In tests I rest my head on the desk until the test was over. Teachers had learnt to ignore me. I wasn't leaving school for a long time. 

We saw Beth a few times around school, but she'd heard about Niall, and blamed it on me..again. I couldn't blame her though. There was a nasty rumour going around that apparently I heard his screams and ignored them. That I put Ross up to it?

I hit one girl for saying I 'ruined one direction'. I was put in isolation, but most of the time, the teachers took my greiving as a sign that I shouldn't be messed with. 

I tore my One Direction posters down, followed by my merchandise. My room was now just pink and white. Except for the bobble head that still sat in the room, watching me. I used to think that Niall was now there, watching over me. Making sure I did right by myself. Whenever I would break down crying, I was drawn to the bobble head and it almost told me to stop crying. That he was still there. It reminded me everything about Niall. His soft blonde hair, his hearty laugh, his insecure  smile, his ability to stay true to his country, no matter what. But also his eyes. The eyes I woke up staring at. The eyes I got lost in everytime I spoke to him. The eyes that told me everything would be okay..even in the darkest of times. 

I miss him