Die (A One Direction FanFic)

------Jennette------

I lay underneath the stars with my boyfriend, Jax. We had a fun day at the theme park and now we were at the local park, just staring at the stars. It was peaceful and no-one was there to bother us.

The hotel was booked and everything was perfect. Everything.

Or so I thought.

That day, my only love was taken away from me. The people behind it covered their tracks well, but I still saw them. They let down their guard for just a split second. No one would believe me though.

Who would believe me if I told them the biggest boy band on earth killed my boyfriend?

------Jax------

It was great there under the stars with her. I would stay there forever but I couldn't. I mean for a few minutes. I desperately needed the restroom so I excused myself and sprinted to the hotel. It was only two minutes walk away from the park and I ran into the toilets.

I quickly relieved myself and washed my hands. I hope nothing had happened to Jen when I left her. She was extremely vulnerable on her own. Like really.

I heard the door open and five guys strolled in. They were the last faces I saw. The faces of the devil himself.

------Jennette------

I got worried at why he was taking so long that I ran after him. Don't get me wrong. He was only two minutes. Two minutes too long. I needed him to wrap his arm around me and give me comfort.

I got to the hotel and knocked on the boy's toilets door. No response. I opened the door a crack and saw five boys ganging up on him. I nearly fainted as I realized they were One Direction.

I am a total fangirl and love them all. I was about their age too and it would be my dream to date them. But right now, all I wanted was Jax.

I watched in horror as Zayn punched Jax in the stomach. I watched in horror as Liam clapped a hand over my boyfriends mouth. I watched in horror as Louis kicked Jax in the groin. That's all I could do. Watch.

But the memory that would burn in my mind for all eternity is Harry. Harry with that knife. Harry driving it through my only source of comfort. And Niall ddelivering the final blow over his head. Jax was, no doubt, surely dead.