One Direction Hates Me

21

A year later

I sat my desk with Liam, Harry, Zayn, Niall, and Louis standing before me. "Well it only took us a year but we finally did it." I smiled and they clinked there beer bottles together. "I dont know how you did it but it's a miracle" Liam told me and I nodded. "Alright back to work" I told them and smiled. They all said good bye and walked out cheering.

I sat at my desk and pulled open the bottom drawer.

I had done it. I had brought together these two completely different groups and made it work. I never second guessed my self even though some of the shit I did was fucked up.

I grabbed my pistol out of the draw and 5 bullets.

I was pretty damn proud as well. After all the death and shit, I had pulled through. Most people would have quiet by now, but I stuck with it all.

I popped the chamber open and poured out the bullets on my desk from the box.

I killed so many people and I didnt even care. I killed even more people in the year that had just pasted than ever before. My people needed to come together with my other  people. I needed something to go right for once in my life.

I grabbed a bullet and loaded it in the chamber.

People became stubborn, so some times I have to give them a little push. Weather that be off a cliff or just in the right direction was entirely up to me but still. Last year was hell.

I picked up the second bullet and loaded it in.

There was so much blood shed and the months after the passing of my father almost killed me. Then it killed a bunch of other people. The more I killed the better I felt because it put the past deaths behind me 

Third bullet loaded.

After the first 6 months I didnt think we were gonna get anywhere. I tried so hard to give up but 5 stubborn boys pulled me through, and I literally mean they pulled me. Every thing they did and what ever was going on they told me.

Fourth.

They never let me give up on anything. Sometimes I was grateful for this. I was happy that they loved me because thats what kept me going. Sometimes I also hated that I loved them. Each one of them could have died multiple times, but I never let it happen. After the first few times Death tried to take us I was on high alert.

Last one.

I couldn't avoid Death so I tried to make friends with him. For the most part he was tame, but at any second he could have taken these boys away from me. Late nights and early mornings is what I got used to. Sleep is somthing I didn't need very much of the function and this worried the boys. They tried to protect me from the world, and when ever it came knocking they shot first and asked questions later. 

I saw the loaded gun and shut the chamber.

But at the end of the day, we were there for each other. No if ands or buts about it. Now that life is in order I know they dont need me. I smiled and

pulled back the hammer of my gun half way

I heard a knock at my door and took my gun from the table. "Are you coming down to the party or not?" Liam smiled.