Saving You.//n.h

44.

-Niall's P.O.V

"Greg what are you doing here?" I questioned, stepping to the side allowing him to come in. He dropped his suitcase before I closed the door behind him, I don't remember calling him..

"I heard my little brother is in trouble." He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Yeah, and I don't have time for your games." I snapped before going into the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge, when Zayn walked in.

"Were going to get some stuff for when we leave, ight?" I nodded tossing the cap into the sink, drinking the cold substance. I went back into the living room seeing Greg stare at Elizabeth, well somebody has the hots for her.

"Elizabeth Foster?" He questioned, she nodded standing up to bring him into a hug. How does she know everybody?

"Where the hell have you been? Oh you will not believe who's here." She exclaimed, running down the hallway towards Luke and Maddie's room, that was known as my guest room.

"How do you know Elizabeth?" Greg asked, sitting across from me while he shrugged his coat off, tossing it on the coffee table that was in front of us.

"I'm dating her sister." I told him, he nodded.

"Ami?" I nearly spit out my drink, I don't have a problem with Ami. But she wasn't my type, nor would I ever date her. She's good looking, hell so is Elizabeth but I would never date them. I loved Heather, that's all that mattered.

"Greg Horan?" I looked up seeing Luke smiling at Greg, pulling him in for a hug. Am I missing something?

"Jesus you little shit, last time I saw you was the car accident." Greg chuckled, that suddenly made the room go silent as Greg said those words.. car accident?

"How the hell do you guys know each other?" I asked standing up, Luke and Greg stared at each other before nodding, sitting down as Elizabeth sat next to me.

"I guess I'll tell you since you are dating Heather, and she is-" Luke was cut off by Greg.

"Wait, Heather Foster?" His eyes were wide, what the fuck?

"Yes, but Max and Clayton kidnapped her." Luke told him, Greg nodded slowly.

"Anyways, when I was seventeen, Heather was fourteen. Greg and I went to a party with Heather, just to have some fun. We ended leaving after midnight, I was drinking but I wasn't drunk. When we were on our way home we ran out of gas, Heather started freaking out on me. But then she started screaming at me to do something, I was too late. The car had hit her." He whispered, I felt my anger boil. But, how come Heather never told me this?

"She was in a coma for a while, Greg and I had both left town after she was rushed to the hospital. My mom ended up calling me saying she had lost all of her memory, she had a lot of damage done to her." By the time he had finished, the beer bottle was shattered on the floor below me as I stared at Luke in anger.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled standing up, he stared at me with regret. He should fucking regret it, it should of been him in the hospital.

"Niall, sit down." Greg demanded, I gave him a glare before letting out a deep breath as I sat down in my previous spot.

"That's not all." I looked back at Elizabeth, who was typing on her computer.

"What do you mean?" Luke laughed nervously, when the words left her mouth I was in shock.

"Heather isn't my real sister, I'm not her real sibiling."

-Heather's P.O.V

"Heather, get down here!" Max's voice boomed, I sighed carefully pushing my body up from the bed as my boots clicked against the woodened floor. I pulled the door open, walking down the dark hallway before I went down the carpeted stairs.