(Louis' POV)
I circled in the hospital room. "You slept with Eleanor." I growled at Niall. His eyes got big and he turned red. "Lou..." he whispered, but I was sick of it. "Niall, we need to talk." I didn't wait for a response. I grabbe him, dragging him out of the hospital, out to the side of it. He was resisting, and I let go. "THE FUCK?" I yelled. "Louis! I'm so sorry!" he squeaked. No I was sick of sorry. I roughly pulled his collar, and pushed him against the wall. "LOUIS!?" he yelled, trying to run. "I loved her. I fucking loved her. We were going to get married, then you fucked everything up."I threw him. I finally let it out. I waled on him, my fist making contact with his face and sides, yelling all sort of obscenities, and stood up. I surveyed him- he was broken. He looked as bad as I felt. "Tell Eleanor I love her..." I muttered, then I ran. I knew I couldn't stay. I might kill him. I ran through the streets, ignoring the upset glances, and finally began to smell salt. I knew we were by an ocean, we had passed one on the way to the club. I looked over the rough Irish ocean, falling to my knees. I felt rough glass poking me through my knees. A soft rain was falling. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I yelled at the sky. I looked up, seeing dark clouds around me. "WHAT DOYOU WANT TO DO WITH ME G-D? WHAT DID I DO TO LOSE HER? I LOVED HER AND SHE's GONE!" I screamed, the years falling down my face. Eleanor would hate me. "She's gone." I whispered, letting my head fall. I laid there, the broken glass cutting into my skin, the rain falling on me, the tears streaming. I looked toward the edge of the rocky Ireland coast. I walked over to the railing, looking down. The waves crashed violently. I leaned over the edge a bit, looking down. "Fall you bastard." I heard a voice whisper. I turned, but I was alone. I looked back over the edge, leaning on the railing. I felt something move and heard a snap. Then I felt my feet leave the pavement, I sharply opened my eyes to see a broken railing in my hand. "EL!" I screamed as I plunges toward the angry waters.
(Liam's POV)
I ran after Louis, but a nurse said hed gone outside with Niall. I burst through the door, telling Rachel to stay with the girls. Eleanor was fiercely crying, and so was Megan. I looked in vain for the boys, but I couldn't see anything. "DAMN!" I yelled in frustration. "Liam." I heard a faint whisper. I ran to the sound, and saw Niall, faintly illuminated by the moonlight. "NIALL!" I screamed, realizing he was bruised. I leaned beside him, seeing he was beat. He had a red mark on his eyebrow area, his shirt was ripped and his skin ripped open as well, purple flowering against his skin everywhere already. "The ocean. Take me to the ocean." he said through ragged breaths. I texted Zayn and Harry to tell them to come down and drive us now. They saw Niall, who I was still trying to convince to go into the hospital. "NO. Liam you don't fucking get it." he spoke harsh, and I nodded in recognition. "Louis is out there."
We pulled up to the shore, and split up. Harry and I, and Niall and Zayn.
(Zayn's POV)
I walked off with Niall. I honestly was still confused, and just looked around for something.... I don't know what. Then I saw a broken fence. "Ni." I said, surveying it. He walked over, and checked it out. I shuddered... I couldn't beleive Louis could hurt him so much. "Niall!" I suddenly yelped. I looked over the craggy cliff, down to the water. I could clearly see Louis. "Ni..." I tried, but I couldn't say anything. "LIAM!" I yelled. I looked toward Niall, but he was gone. Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit. I ran to the edge, seeing a little blonde head in the water. "LIAM HARRY!" I screeched. They ran over to me, an looked down. I realized I was standing on Niall's shirt and pants. "He didn't jump?" a soft voice said behind us. I turned to see the girls there, Eleanor supporting Megan, Rachel in the front. Megan looked terrible, tired and sad, and asked again. "He didn't jump?" "he did." I whispered. "Louis is down there?" Eleanor asked as Liam and Harry quickly stripped to jump in the water and help the boys. I nodded. Eleanor tested up, then quickly ran to the edge, stripped off her shirt and pants and jumped. "That was unexpected." Megan muttered, still a bit high on painkillers. Liam and Harry freaked, and jumped too. I was left with piles of clothes and two girls. "Everything will be okay." I smiled weakly. "Niall's an idiot." Megan said, shaking her head. I laughed a bit, and nodded.
(Louis' POV)
I felt hands pressing on y chest, and warm water escaping my lungs. "Acha." I squeaked, opening my eyes. A blonde boy stood above me, bruised and battered. "Niall?" I asked in recognition. "LOUIS!" he smiled, and cried a bit. I saw his face contort to something of pain, and I pulled him into a hug. I realized there was someone else there. "El." I whispered. "I always loved you." she whispered in reply. I hugged her too. "Saved by my women and my brother." I muttered. El giggled as Liam and Harry washed up. "THE HELL? NIALL WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? AND ELEANOR!" Liam shouted. "LOUIS WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!" he screamed. "Nice to see you too." I muttered, then realized Eleanor was only in her underclothes. I quickly placed my wet shirt on her, and she kissed me on the cheek. "I think we should go back to the hospital." Niall said. We all got up, Liam and Harry grumbling in their boxers about our thoughtlessness. "NIALL!" a voice exclaimed, and Megan came running out. She softly hugged the blonde boy, and he smiled, melting into her hug. "you should dress like that more often." Rachel said, hooking her arm around Liam. I noticed Harry looked upset at being the... Seventh wheel? And he hugged Zayn. "Zaynie poo I love you." he fake cried into his neck. Zayn gave the half naked boy an awkward pat on the back, and smiled. "Hospital away!" he declared, and we all went, shivering and cold, quite possibly with hypothermia and a few cracked bones and ribs, smiling and having a jolly time, walking into the lobby in our boxers, sopping wet. "I love you Louis." Eleanor said again. "I LOVE ELEANOR!" I yelled. The nurse gave me a look, and I softly kissed el. "Ew." Megan said. "We should get involved with radio girls more often. That was interesting." Harry said. We all laughed, and Zayn mentioned something about grabbing a pint. Niall and Megan agreed in unison, and shared the Irish "Drink-until-you-drop" look.
This ought to be fun.
