Niall's Little Angel

Stop This Pain Tonight

Harry's P.O.V.

"What did you do to her?" I scream at the top of my lungs, trying to let my anger out. "Bitch. You ruined her. How could you? I loved you with my whole heart." Julie is just standing there, crying. "You fucking slut." I'm not gonna forgive her, not after what she did. She can cry all she wants. Not this time. I walk up to her closet, taking all her clothes out. Enough with the selfcontrol. One by one I rip them in pieces, throwing them out of the window. But then I freeze. I'm not holding a sexy top or a short skirt. I'm holding a striped dress, the one I recognise as Noah's. I remember her, standing in the livingroom, all blue and wet. She might be shivering now too. Alone in the rain. And this time, it's my fault. My hands continue searching for her dresses. Another one and another one. "I'm so sorry, Harry." Julie mutters. Her voice breaks me, kills my anger. I can't forgive her. She controls me, even when my rage takes over. Her words play in my head. Her smile makes me smile. The way she talks, the way she laughs. I love it. But that's not the real her. She's fake. Just like her apologize.

I'm holding on your rope

Got me ten feet off the ground

I'm hearing what you say

But I just can't make a sound

And You say sorry like the angel

Heaven let me think was you

But I'm afraid

It's too late

To apologize

It's too late

My eyes focus on the blood. It's time to give my love to the real angel. Wherever she is. I'll find her. Warm her up with my hugs. Heal her heart with my kisses. Don't worry, love. I'm on my way.

Louis' P.O.V.

The raindrops stream down my cheeks, just like the tears. The wind tries to pull me back, cutting in my arms like knives. I'm fighting with mother nature, I'm fighting with myself. I have to continue, ignore the pain. 'Cause at this pain, an angel is suffering way more than I am now. I can imagine her running through the streets. Blood on her blue body, shivering, crying. Someone needs to protect her. And that'll be me. I'm her older brother, I'm the one who's responsible for the group. No time for sobbing. The lonely streets scare me, but my fear to loose her is worse. Her screams come closer, her cries get louder. The sound of

footsteps stopped. Maybe she fell? Maybe she changed her mind and stopped? No it wasn't her own choice to stop. Someone made her. Three men. One knive.

A/N

I'll upload the next part as soon as I reach 90 comments :D Deal? Little teaser: How'll Louis get Noah back? What'll the lads say when they see her? Tell me what you think!

Xxx Astrid