|What Happened to Niall| Niall Centric

Chapter 7 -»Louis Tomlinson«-

I could feel everyone's eyes on me. It started the moment the officer had dragged my baby sister out. Then the others.

I had cried for hours before I stopped to yell and scream but nothing changed. No matter what I did, my siblings were still gone and they weren't coming back.

I hadn't slept all night and I watched as the sky went from a dark blue to a light pink. I watched as the sun came up and people walked out of their houses with smiles on their faces.

This wasn't fair. Where was my happiness? The government had taken it away yesterday. It was the governments fault.

When my alarm went off to tell me it was time for school, I started to cry again. Were my siblings dead by now? How long did the process take? Nobody really knew.

Were they buried in some ditch right now? Or scared and alone in some cell waiting for their execution? Whatever the answer was, I didn't like it. They should be home right now with me, not off somewhere scary with people they didn't know.

I didn't know what I was going to do. I didn't know if there was anything I could do, but I knew that my siblings mattered. They were not mistakes, and I was going to prove that. I was not going to go quietly, I was going to go screaming.

I wanted everyone to know that what happened yesterday was not justice. That the government was going to pay. Just knowing that I would never see the smiles on my siblings' faces or hear their laughs broke me. I was broken without them.

It was my job to protect them and I failed. Now I was going to pay the price, but I was going to make damn sure that my siblings didn't die in vain.

I had managed to roll myself away from the window and to my closet that morning. I didn't look at what I put on but just rushed myself out of the house. My mums bedroom door was firmly shut with the light off. I could hear her broken sobs from down the hall.

I choked back the tears but managed to continue my walk down the street. It felt like every shade was pulled back so people could watch me. I guess I was the new Greg Horan.

When I made it to my school, I waited in line glumly to go through the front doors. The line moved slowly like always but I could still feel the eyes on my back. I wanted to scream at them, but instead I stayed silent and faced forward.

When it was my turn at the doors, I put my left hand under the machine before they even asked. It scanned me and dinged as a green light appeared.

"Clear." The man droned in a bored voice. The woman waved me through as I was allowed into the lively high school.

The moment people caught sight of me it went silent. Then in almost sync, everyone turned to their friends and started whispering. I clenched my fists tightly and gritted my teeth, but kept walking. I made sure I looked forward, not at the gossiping teens around me. I could even see a few of my friends looking at me with guilt ridden faces that I didn't want.

I was almost to my locker when someone put their hand on my shoulder. I tensed up, ready to turn around and be met with people sneering insults at me. "I swear if you-" I start, before turning around.

But what I didn't expect to see was Greg Horan.

He didn't look at me with guilt, he actually didn't look at me at all. His eyes were focused on something, or someone, behind me. I swallowed thickly, not sure why he was talking to me-or touching me. We hadn't had much interaction besides the occasional hello in the hallway since that dreadful day almost 5 years ago.

"Greg? What are you-how are you?" I asked and he finally looked down at me.

He gave me a small smile but didn't say anything further from; "We need to talk. Meet me here 10 minutes after the time." He murmured before slipping a paper in my hand and walking off. I watched his retreating figure with furrowed eyebrows. What the hell was that?