The new pen Ive pulled out from the package writes well in my new journal. I hear Niall in the other room humming quietly to a child Im sure is well asleep by now and I gratefully thank our Lord in the skies that he is well beyond busy with the tiny human. Im Sarahbeth Daniels, I continue to jot. Of course I already know this since this is my diary, when I read you again I will still be aware of my name. What I may not remember is everything that you've been through. Back in the eighth grade we would chase each other in dim allies and laugh just like nothing could ever separate us, at the time that was the case of course and we had nothing to make us rethink our friendship. Niall was always so lively and proud, his smile was big and those crooked teeth will always be my favourite memory. As we grew up together it was understood that we would never be able to stay only friends so we became more. He was so close to his brother Charlie and looked up to him even though charlie could have been so much better off without the drugs and violence he had gotten into. I still remember the night Niall and I had gotten a call from a neighbour, her voice was urgent as she blurted rushed words through the line instructing us to hurry down to the parking lot. When we got to the big iron door with a window cut out, the scene was clear. Charlie lay on the grey cement taking blow after blow from another mans fist then foot.
"Niall" I gasp knowing my eyes are already filled with tears daring to pour. He ignores me when I grab ahold of his arm begging for him to stay and is already running over towards the rainy scene in long strides. My heart pounds as the clear people turn into fuzzy blobs moving rapidly, no matter how many times I blink for vision it stays the same and leaves me panting. Im not sure how or when I did it but I find myself seconds later between a familiar blonde and a brunette.
"Get out of here Sarah!" The blondes voice is strained as he punches back and tries his best to push me away but I dont budge. It takes me until hes on the ground with the other man ontop of him to realise its Niall and A knife is dangerously close to his cheek. The stronger man grossly chuckles with his forearm pinning nialls neck in place easily. Niall grunts under the pressure. I cant feel anything so I scream as loud as I can in hopes of getting someone to help.
"Leave" Niall chokes, his eyes are red and the rain is beating down on him. All I can do is shake my head, time feels as if its paused while I completely take in my surroundings. Im not sure where Charlie is and when I look around its useless, the lights are way too dim and the rain is all too heavy. When I look behind me a figure is darting our way hurtling himself over everything in his path. With one smooth swing a brick connects with the attackers head and I fall to Niall in relief. As pathetic as it sounds im unable to retain my sobs as I cry above him noticing his brother laying beside him not moving. Niall follows my stare and manages to get up from the water covered pavement onto his hands and knees. The street lights are the only thing illuminating us as we sit in silence.
"No.." Niall whispers picking Charlie up and shaking him slightly. His voice is shaking and soft. "Charlie" He whispers hardly. Charlie doesn't answer, instead his head falls back and drapes over my boyfriends arm motionlessly. "Fuck!" Niall screams allowing his accent to echo off of the apartment complex. "Why did you do this?! God you're so stupid" His head drops down to his brothers chest and all I can hear is him now start to cry.
"The ambulance is coming" Someone says from right beside me. I turn my head to take in the definite features of the boy who saved Niall only minutes ago. His hair is flattened by the amount of water, he has a small indention in his cheek when he talks and is rather attractive.
"Thank you" I whisper and he reaches his hand out for mine.
I take it kindly and he nods. "Im Harry Styles and you?" I look over at Niall to check on him then wipe my tears though theres no point in doing so. "Sarah" I answer through my heavy breathing.
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