This is the alternative ending. I like this one better than the ziall one.
“H-Help… m-me…” Niall muttered before falling into unconsciousness.
Louis’ heart began racing. He knew what the Bradford lad had been doing to the younger lad but he had never been able to convince him to run away. Louis loved Niall… he couldn’t stand seeing someone he loved be hurt so much. He hated not being able to do anything. But this phone call was what made him explode.
He shot up quickly, from his comfortable seat on the couch, as he heard the desperation and pain in Niall’s voice. He began running out of his flat as fast as he could while calling for an ambulance. Louis picked up his speed to an uncomprehendable speed as he saw the door of the other boys’ flat wide open. He sprinted in, searching around around frantically. Tears began welling up in his eyes as he fell into a state of deep desperation. He hurried into the kitchen as his last resort, finally finding his beautiful blonde friend laying on the floor in a mixture of blood and boiling water. Tears began streaming down his cheeks like an endless waterfall as he dropped down next to the limp boy. He spotted the kettle as his eyes widened in shock. Without even hesitating for a second, he took out a pocket knife from his pants, ripping Niall’s shurt, despite the heat and succesfully pulling it off. He took off his own shirt and began frantically drying the younger boy off. He could already see the swelling and redness appearing all over the smaller boy’s, normally, pale torso.
The sound of the ambulance and the police car sounded throughout the neighbourhood. The paramedics had rushed to aid Niall and took him to the hospital. Louis looked at the police officer, wiping away his own tears roughly. “I need you to come with me… I know who did this.” He spoke through gritted teeth. He did not care one bit that Zayn used to be his friend. That person didn’t exist anymore, his body was taken over by a monster.
Louis, along with two police officers, walked to Liam’s home, a few flats away. Using the spare key, they walked directly into the flat, instantly spotting Zayn and Liam on the couch watching TV. “That boy there.” Louis said coldly, pointing at Zayn. Liam stood up with confusion written all over his face.
“What’s going on Louis?” he asked, looking at the police officers. Zayn shot up instantly and began running away before being tackled by both officers. Liam’s eyes widened. “Stop!! What are you doing?!” he protested, completely confused and a bit afraid.
“Liam… go to Harry’s… make him get dressed... I’ll take care of this.” Louis stated whilst glaring at the Bradford boy.
“What?! Louis what the hell is going on just-“ Liam began protesting.
“GO LIAM! NOW!” Louis shouted, his patience fading quickly. Liam’s eyes grew wide and he hesitantly walked out. Louis turned to the police officers. “Take Zayn to the address I gave you... He needs to be in rehabilitation.”
“I’m going to KILL YOU LOUIS!!! MARK MY WORDS!!!” Zayn growled, trying to force his way out of the police’s grip. They hauled him off before Louis hurried down to Harry’s flat. As soon as he opened the door, both boys jumped up from the couch.
“Louis please explain to me why-“ Laim began begging.
“Zayn is going to rehab for a while... Harry grab your car keys. We need to get to the hospital.” Louis said. He looked like a robot... cold, no emotion showing whatsoever.
Harry tossed Louis his car keys and they all rushed out to the car. As they were driving to the hospital, the eldest lad explained what had been going on. Both Harry and Liam were in tears and shocked... they had never suspected anything from the publicly happy couple. They had never questioned why Niall flinched everytime one of them rose their arms or hugged him. It all made sense to them now.
They ran out of the car and to the front desk of the Emergency Room as fast as lightening. “We’re here for Niall Horan.” Liam told the nurse, panting.
“Ah yes... let me just... call his doctor for you... please, take a seat.” She spoke softly, gesturing to a row of chairs in the waiting area. They all plopped down on the seats as she walked away. Harry, who was on the right of Louis, rested his hand gently on his leg, rubbing in a soothing way.
“Lou... he’ll be okay... he’s a fighter... I promise.” He spoke softly, his green eyes burning into Louis’ baby blue ones. That was what made Lou crack... his blue eyes soon turned grey as they filled with salty tears that began to slowly descend down his cheeks. He instantly dug his face in his hands, rubbing the tears away furiously. He sniffled and shot up out of his seat as he heard a doctor approach them.
“Here for Niall Horan...?” he questioned, looking at his clipboard. All three boys nodded quickly, urging the doctor to continue. “He has burns on his torax and three broken ribs. Luckily the damage to his head was minimal and his ankle in sprained. He will be okay... he just needs a lot of rest and to stay here under control for a week. I guess the luck of the Irish finally kicked in for this poor fellow.” The doctor smiled kindly before walking away. The kind nurse escorted the boys to Niall’s room. He looked so peaceful, through all the cuts and bandages, as he slept silently. Louis bit his bottom lip gently, trying to hold back the tears as he sat beside Niall, gently grabbing his hand. The sensation must’ve woken Niall up because in a matter of seconds his eyes had flown open in panick. As his eyes finally rested on Louis, he sighed of relief, his body relaxing immediately.
“Ni...” Lou breathed out, his eyes staring into Niall’s blue ones. “I’m so sorry... I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve stopped him when I had the cha-“ he was abruptly cut off by Niall’s soft lips pressed against his.
“Help me run away from him Lou...” Niall mumble softly against the older boy’s lips.
“There’s no need to run Ni... I love you...” Louis finally smiled a genuine smile for the first time in months.
