Affection | N.H

Chapter 46

("Let'a just say, if a car was coming towards me, I wouldn't scream, yell or run. I would just stand there." -Tumblr)

Niall and I both jump awake from our sleep from the noise of a gunshot. What lies ahead catches me off guard. Niall's tightening grip on my arm tells me he is afraid too.

Six men. Six men with black masks on. Six men with black masks on and guns in their hands. My eyes fall on the terrified waitress crouched on the floor of the plane with her hands up in the air in surrender. "The bullet pierced the seat but next time you try to be smart, the bullet pierces your fucking chest." One of the men with the black mask threatens the waitress.

"Try and act natural. Don't look afraid Tarisha. Please." Niall whispers in my ears and quickly sits back up. I take his words. I try to blink back my tears. I try to hold back my cries and sobs.

"Look, we are here for a reason. If any of you tries to act smart, you will die right here. A couple of our men are in the cockpit as well. Don't get us angry or we will shoot the god damn pilots and kill you all with us. So-"

"Just stop it! Let us go please!" Before the mother with the toddler in her arms could say anything else, one of the six heartless bustards shoots her right in the forehead. Niall clutches onto my hand a little tighter. Everyone in the plane lets out loud gasps as the woman collapses on the ground with her child. Blood starts pooling around her and staining the white carpet of the plane. The baby, unaware of what just happened, cries out for his mother to hold him back in her arms. But the mother lies lifelessly on the ground, probably already gone.

"Niall.." I cry and whisper. When he gives no response, I call out his name again, while looking at the dead body in front of me. "Niall can I please bring the baby, Niall please." I cry even more, making sure to be very quiet.

"Don't be crazy Tarisha. Definitely not right now-"

"You see? No smartness is allowed on this plane right now. You talk back to us, and you'll be gone. If you think we are a small gang of people, you're too fucking wrong. You have no idea to what we can do to you people." The man who just shot the mother, says. He takes off his mask and reveals his stubbly chin and thick black hair. He is young. He is in his twenties. Why is he wasting his time doing crimes like this when he can make good use of his life? "I am not fucking afraid of anything." He continues after adjusting his black leather jacket. "My name is..." He pauses and laughs. "Call me Mr A for now. Sit fucking quietly and start bringing out all your money if you love your life." He says playfully blowing air towards the tip of his gun.

Whispers begin around the whole plane. I hear children crying. I hear mothers sobbing and I hear men soothing their ladies. But my stare remains on the baby sitting beside the dead body of his mother. He unknowingly strokes his mother's forehead and gets blood all over his little hands. He brings the same hand to his white blonde hair. He is crying out. But the selfish bastards are enjoying. Besides Mr A, there are five more people with masks on. Six of the men walk into the next pit of the plane, leaving us all to gather out money for them.

Niall, after a long time, makes a movement. "I want to fucking kill them all. I want to stab them all to death. But I am not a killer. Tarisha, I will bring the baby to you. You have to promise me to make him quiet. If he keeps on crying, the bustards will turn their attention to us. You understand?" He waits for me to say something. I nod vigorously and Niall briefly kisses my lips. Tears are continuously steaming down my face and I try my best not to hiccup.

Niall looks around and makes sure the robbers are not around. He unfastens his seat belt and crouches down on the ground. With the help of his knees and palms, he crawls towards the dead body and the baby. The baby looks at him for a while and pauses his crying. Then he bursts out crying again while shaking his mother's arm. Niall quickly scoops him up in his arms and stands to his feet. "Mate, what do you think you're doing? Leave the baby there. Do you want to die?"