|What Happened to Niall| Niall Centric

Chapter 2 -»Louis Tomlinson«-

Niall Horan.

That name shouldn't even exist. According to the government at least.

I can remember the day it happened. When I heard about the Horan's being caught having a second son who had grown far past he was supposed to. He should've been killed at birth.

He was the second child after all, and everyone knew that you could only have one.

But that was bullshit, the whole thing. The government, everything was corrupted these days.

I don't really know why I was so obsessed with the whole ordeal. Maybe it was my taste for adventure or my streak of rebellion.

Or maybe it had something to do with the fact that I had 6 siblings of my own hidden away at home. Maybe it was that I could relate to Greg, how heartbroken he looked the day they dragged his little brother away.

At the time I had only 4 sisters, but I could still relate to the pain. Imagining losing them killed me.

I wanted to go up and tell him it was okay but I didn't, couldn't for many different reasons.

One being that it wasn't okay. They were going to bring Niall down to who knows where and kill him.

Two, what was I going to say? I understand because I have siblings of my own? I couldn't trust anyone with my secret. That would be too much. I couldn't risk that.

So I watched silently from my front steps like everyone else in the neighborhood as they dragged the poor boy away. I watched as Greg cried, as the whole Horan family held each other back from running after the youngest member to save him from the grips of the enemy.

Because that's what the government was, the enemy.

Most people didn't think that. Most people thought that the government were the good guys, that they protected them from overpopulation.

But they were wrong.

The one thing I did remember about that day was that after everyone went back inside when the commotion had died down, after the car that had taken Niall Horan away disappeared, I went over to their house. I went over to Greg and I just pulled him into a hug.

I didn't know him, not very well. He was just another neighbor to me. Or he was before this incident.

I tried to convey to him that I was here, that Niall wasn't a mistake. That what had just happened was not justice.

He hugged me back tightly, gripping the back of my shirt so hard I thought it might rip. It was like I was a sort of lifeline for him, and maybe I was.

But it said it all.

Someday the government was going to pay. For Niall, and for all the kids out there that weren't first borns, that didn't have the chip in their left hand to tell them so.

I never thought I would be the one to try and make the government pay, but the rage I felt with the knock on my front door brought me back from my thoughts.

"This is a child inspector officer, please open the door calmly." A man from outside yelled.

This wasn't right, it wasn't. I knew they would probably be found eventually, I mean there's a lot of us now.

"Mum what do we do?" Lottie asks in an urgent whisper, she was gripping the back of Fizzy's shirt tightly.

"Grab the others and go downstairs, I'll try to get them to leave." Mum gives them all a push when they don't move. She looks to me and I quickly grab Ernest.

"You heard her, downstairs." I muttered and they all quickly followed.

I jogged down the stairs and pulled out the sheets and pillows from the cabinet. Ernest started to fuss, making me rock him back and forth and hush him quietly. This couldn't happen now, not with the officer upstairs who would take them all away from us.

Phoebe quickly grabbed Ernest from me and started whispering to him, he was giggling in almost seconds.

I set the sheets around on the floor, along with the pillows as I tried to make something slightly comfortable they could all rest on. Who knew how long they would have to stay down here this time.

A little bit of dust fell from the ceiling as someone walked into the living room.

"I have to go. Remember, stay down here and stay quiet." I said urgently, making sure they understood. They all nodded and sat down close together.

"I'll see you in a bit, okay? I'll come down to check on you if he isn't gone in a few hours." They all nodded again, scared to even speak. It was wrong, so so wrong. I wish they had the freedom I did.

I scrambled upstairs but froze at the top step. The officer was looking down at me with a hard face. I wanted to slap the smirk off his face that slowly grew as he looked over my shoulder and saw the girls+Ernest all sitting down there.

"Looks like a party, sorry to interrupt." He muttered lowly.

"No, they were just leaving. They live down the street and-" I tried but he knew. I could see it in his eyes, his sick and sadistic eyes. He knew they were part of this family.

6 too many parts of this family that according to the law, weren't supposed to be here.

I tried to stop him as he pushed past me. I grabbed at him, I yelled, I even tried to punch him. But nothing I did stopped him.

I could hear mum screaming to let them go as I tried to chase after them. The officer called for backup when he couldn't hold me off and grab the girls altogether. At least I was doing something.

All I could think was, I hugged him. No one else would. Greg Horan needed someone and I hugged him.

Where was my comfort when I needed it?