Kylie's P.O.V:
"So Beautiful." Niall mumurs into my hair, not giving me a split second to respond before crashing his lips into mine. My hands move frantically, searching for something to grab, to give me protection. As if they have a mind of their own, my arms slink around his waist and then find their way to his torso. I run my hands over his smooth stomach, feeling all the muscles. Niall wraps an arm around my waist protectively and strokes the small of my back, sending chills down my spine. "I love you." He whispers into my ear, making my heart swell. Maybe it's something about the way he says it, or how I feel about him. Maybe it's hormones, or the fact that he is my whole world. I don't know what it is, but as he speaks those words, tears flow down my cheeks freely, like mini waterfalls. "Don't cry princess." He says, gently kissing away my tears. We lie back down on the bed, hands still tangled up in one another. Niall presses his face to my stomach, smiling. I smile back and ask him, "Are you excited?" "A little nervous," He replies, "I mean, twins?" "We can do it." I say, giving his hand a small squeeze. His ocean blue eyes flit nervously towards the doorway. "What is it?" I ask anxiously. "Nothing..." Niall scratches his head. "It's just, Louis got here a few hours ago and I don't want him trying anything with my sister." "Go Ahead." I smile encouragingly. Grunting, Niall lifts himself up off the bed and lumbers towards the doorway. I hold my breath as I wait for a scream, a crash, anything. The House is completely silent.
Niall's P.O.V
The Old wooden floorboards creak beneath me as I begin the slow walk towards Violet's room. Anxious of what I may find, I wring my hands together. This has always calmed me. I'm not sure why; it just does. The Ground is swept beneath my feet as I grab hold of the small metal railing to steady myself. I feel as if though I'm on a caurosel, the ones Violet and I used to ride as kids. I always demanded to ride the biggest horse, while she tended to opt for the pink, girly ones. Around, and Around, and Around we would go. Thump. Everything goes black.
Kylie's P.O.V
The Noise sounds like a million elephants running down the stairs, or a stampede of horses galloping through the praries. You certainly wouldn't think it was a human body, thump, thump, thumping down the stairs, breaking bones, tearing tendons. When I hear no word from Niall after a half hour, I decide to get my lazy butt off the bed, and start looking for him. I hoist myself off the bed, and sleepily walk down the hallway, searching for any sign of him. My Breath is taken away as I reach the top of the stairs. At the bottom of the metal staircase is Niall, lying in a pool of blood. "Niall!" I gasp, running down the stairs. "Niall!" I screech, thumping down onto the ground next to him. "What is it?" Louis appears at the top of the stairs. When he sees us at the bottom of the stairs, his usually tan face turns white, as if he's seen a ghost. "Don't just stand there!" I sob, tears streaming down my face. "Call an Ambulance! Do Something!" "Lou, what...?" Violet appears at the top of the stairs in a white sleep shirt, and athletic shorts, probally belonging to Louis. She trails off as she sees me at the bottom of the stairs, shaking an unconscious Niall frantically.
The sirens can't seem farther away as the truck roars down the street, lights flashing. "Oh My God!" I say, placing a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. Two Paramedics with a stretcher burst through the front door. They Scoop Niall up with ease and place his limp body onto the stretchy white fabric. Suspended by two poles on each side, the stretcher looks as if it might break. But it stays in tact as the paramedics carry Niall and place him on a cold metal table in the back of the ambulance,his eyes rolling into the back of his head. "What Happened?" a short, stocky doctor asks me. "I-I don't know!" I sob. "He... He just fell I guess. And we're engaged and I'm pregnant and.. I just can't loose him, I can't." I cry, sinking to the ground. But this time, there is no Niall to pick me up, to tell me everything is going to be ok. "Ma'm, he's going to be ok." A female doctor insists, reaching out her hand to help me up. He's still alive. He's Breathing." I breathe a sigh of relief, but the tears keep flowing down my cheeks, and anxiety overtakes my small body. "W-What Happened?" I stutter, looking up at the doctor. "We can't be sure." She explains. "It's nothing serious, though; he'll be better in no time. "M-May I ride with him?" I ask timidly, looking down at my feet. "Of course." She says in a friendly manner. "We usually don't let anybody ride with the patients, but we'll make an acception. Hysteria overtakes me once again, and I sob into my hands. The doctor brushes away my tears in a mother- like gesture. "Let me just go tell his sister and her boyfriend." I sniff, running towards the house. Louis is holding Violet tightly as she sobs into his shoulder,wetting his shirt. "It's ok, love. He's going to be ok." Louis says in a soothing voice, his stormy eyes fluttering towards me anxiously. "Guys," I say in a scratchy voice. This grabs the attention of Violet, and she turns towards me, her eyes red and face swollen. "Is he ok?" She speaks softly, sounding like a child. "Yes." I say, my own emotions overcoming me. Violet's eyes never leave mine, making me uncomfortable. I walk towards her in a gesture of comfort, but she shrinks away from me. I understand why she's not in the hugging mood right now. "I'm going to drive to the hospital." I start, "If either of you guys wants a ride..." "That's ok." Louis smiles thankfully. "We'll come by a little later." "If you're sure..." I start, hestitantly slipping on my sneakers. I bound out the front door and into the nicely mowed green yard. The ambulance is still roaring when I reach it, waiting for me to drive away. It takes some time. but I finally pull myself up into the ambulance, startled by how cold it is. The metal table on which Niall had laid only minutes before has now been replaced with some cold, hard looking folding chairs. "Where is he?" I ask an assistant, clearing my throat. "He's being examined. He was unresponsive, so they hooked him up to a few machines." The woman continues on her way towards the front of the truck. My heart sinks as I think of Niall hooked up to so many machines, not even being able to breathe on his own. My heart thumps quickly, threatening to tear out of my chest. How is this Possible? I ask myself, remembering that he was fine a few hours ago. Finally, the table is rolled out and I am able to see Niall for the first time. His face is gray, ashen, lifeless. "He's lost a lot of blood." A new doctor tells me solemnly, looking grim. "He'll be ok, but it's going to take him a while to recover. He'll be in the hospital for a week; at least." I think about how disappointed Niall will be when he finds out that this glorious trip he had planned for us has been ruined. How upset he'll be; how he'll think he caused this. A burden is set upon my shoulders as I hold Niall's still hand, relieved to still feel some body heat. "You're going to be ok," I speak to him, but more to myself. "Everything's going to be ok." But is it really? A small, doubtful voice inside of my head speaks. I quickly shake the negative thoughts out of my head, and concentrate on not throwing up. My stomach twists and turns, tying and untying itself in knots, worrying about Niall, about my wellbeing. Sleep slips into my eyelids and takes over my body. With my face pressed against the window, I fall into a deep and dreamless sleep.
