Hitman |n.h|

34

Niall's P.O.V

Throughout my life,I've always been afraid of losing the people I love.But,was anyone afraid of losing me?

This same thought kept looping in my brain as one of Styles' men drive me to an empty warehouse.

"Boss says there is a present inside for ya.And that the time is precious for you." He laughs and I watch him as he stops the car.

"This is you.I'd hurry if I were you."

I quickly get out of the car,letting him go for the sake of what's inside the warehouse.

I hope it isn't what I feel it is.

I hope it isn't who I feel it is.

I pray.

I throw the door open and run inside to yell out her name,only to have the ground swept out from under me.

Her back to me and her frame laid perfectly on the ground,around the contents of blood,I tripped over to her and sobbed as I dropped to my knees and turned her to me.

Her eyes closed and her long lashes crowing them,her lips parted slightly,her skin faintly cold.

I rock her in my arms and cry angrily,touching her face with my hands,stained from her tepid blood.

"Amber,A-" I sob and smooth her hair back,surveying her wound and covering it with my shaky hands.

Something told me to check her pulse;

To try.

To have an ounce of faith.

So I did.

And I gasped at the result.

The smallest beat was still pulsing through her veins,she was holding on by the thinnest thread.

"Can you hear me?" I gasp and hold her close to my frame,trying to give her heat from my body.

"I can't accept the reality that you're gone," I cry and let my tears fall on her freckled face and continue.

"-that I won't hear your voice again.That I won't see your smile.I miss you.I miss you," I croak and let out a ragged breath.

"I'm so sorry,I'm so sorry,and I mean it this time-I'm sorry for treating you like I did and I'm sorry for not telling you that I loved you enough for you to feel it.Im so sorry.But I love you more than any other person I've ever known.You need to stay with me,you keep me safe,you keep me grounded,Amber,don't leave me." I whisper hoarsely to her.

"NIALL," I hear someone shout in the distance and I hold her body tightly.

I hear them scream my name again and I shake my head.

I scream so loud that my body slumps over hers,and my chest feels like it was lot on fire.

The door swings open and I frazzled Louis,Liam,Zayn and Amy run in.

They look at me and gasp,coming over and looking at Ambers limp body in my arms.

"God,Niall," Amy croaks and immediately starts crying.

Zayn is on the phone with medics as we all do everything that's possible to keep that small heart beat going.

"5 minutes the most!-" Zayn shouts shakily and I shout.

"SHE WONT MAKE IT-"

I shake my head and rock back in forth when Liam tries to tie something around her waist to keep whatever blood she has in her left inside her body.

Louis checks her pulse again and tells us to speak loudly.

Grief is like the ocean.

It comes in waves,ebbing and flowing.

Sometimes the water is calm,and sometimes it is overwhelming.

All We can do is learn to swim.

And as the EMS comes to take her away,that's all I think of;

Grief is like the ocean.

All we can do is swim.