Niall Gone Mad?! 1D Imagine/Fanfic

Part Twenty-Eight!

A/N: Happy Halloween!

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I sit in between the two guys, feeling the awkwardness surround me as their eyes stayed locked on one another.  Liam shifts the tray on the bed further up without looking down, and then crosses around the front of the bed to grab Niall’s wrist, holding it up to look at.

“There’s nothing here,” he whispers, looking up at Niall with a confused gaze.

“Nope, nada.” Niall whispers as he tugs on Liam’s hand that is holding onto his wrist, wrapping his arms around Liam in a tight hug.   Liam pauses, and then relaxes immediately as his head tucks in next to Niall’s.  The silence fills the air with the only sounds around being small amounts of crying.  

A few minutes pass as they hold each other tightly and after a while, they release and Liam holds Niall at arm’s length, with his hands on Niall’s shoulders, looking him up and down.  “How did you manage to get even skinnier?”  Liam comments, with Niall flinching slightly.  “Nevermind.”  Liam says, finally stepping away after another long moment.

“The question I have is how I’m going to explain this to th-“  Niall begins to ask, being interrupted by the sound of feet trampling up the stairs, with Zayn and Louis’ heads peeking through the doorway.

“Hey did you guys want to go swim-“  Louis asks, stopping mid-sentence as his gaze lands on Niall.  “Where did you guys get such a good cut-out of Niall… and why?”  He laughs nervously at the end, moving barely a foot into the doorway.  Zayn stands behind him, leaning on the doorframe curiously.

“I’m real.  I’m here.  Just me.”  Niall says slowly, gauging their reactions carefully.  He steps out from the back of the bed and steps forward in their direction.

“I don’t know why you guys are trying to fuck with us, but you’re doing a great job of it.”  Zayn mutters, turning his back and going back down the stairs.  Louis’ feet never move as they’re planted to the floor in an utmost amount of shock.

“Niall?”  His voice cracks as he runs forward, tackling Niall in a hug.  “How are you here?  Why are you here?  I mean, I saw, you were-“  he pauses his sentence as his arms wrap around Niall.  “You’re alive, you’re-“  he breaks down crying in Niall’s arms.

“Louis, it’s okay, I’m here, yes it’s me, I’m here.”  Niall holds onto Louis tightly.  I slide out of the bed, standing next to Liam.

“Do you know where Harry is?”  I ask quietly, still looking towards Louis and Niall.

“No idea, he is going to flip some shit though.”  Liam replies, glancing at me and shrugging.  “This is insane I don’t understand how Niall is back.”

“He’ll explain everything later, just give him some time to breathe.”  Liam nods, stepping back to let me pass through.  I quietly move around the hug and down the hall towards my room.  The door is closed and I turn the knob slowly, peering in to see the disheveled bed, empty.  No sounds come from the bathroom either, so I shut the door and return down the hallway, this time going downstairs.  Finding Zayn sitting on the couch with head in his hands, I pause next to him with a hand on his shoulder.  “Zayn?”

“This is ridiculous.  I must have smoked some weird shit but it’s never this bad.  It can’t be Niall.  I held his hand in the casket, I saw his red cheeks,” he gulps and his voice cracks, “not be red anymore.  He was dead.”  I nod, trying my best not to cry.

“I know Zayn, I understand.  But, he’s back.  It’s the craziest story, but he’s back.”  I quietly say, rubbing his back with my hand.

“That’s what I don’t understand, ‘he’s back’, how?  I was the one who found his body. I was the-,” he stands up, pushing me aside, and curls his hands into fists.  “I understand that everybody can feel mournful, but nobody can understand about finding the one you mourn.”  He punches the wall, leaving a large dent of cracks.  “There was so much blood.  So.  Much.  Blood.  I fell to my knees and cried out, ‘Why Niall?  Why the happiest lad in the world?’ I held him in my arms, his head lolling, feeling many tears I have never shed before in my life.”  He throws another punch against the wall, shaking the blood off of his knuckles.  “I couldn’t stop the bleeding.  I tried; I tried so fucking hard.  Trying didn’t bring him back though, did it?  Liam came in and I thought he was going to flat line right on the spot.”  He punches the wall a third time; this time, he collapsed back onto the couch with his bloodied fists and his head back in his hands, sobbing.

“Zayn-”

“Don’t give me any damn advice,”  his deep voice almost growls at me, but he looks up with tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes.

“I just-”

“You ‘just’ don’t need to do anything right now, leave me alone.”  His head falls back into his hands and I honor his request, quietly leaving through the sliding door slowly, shutting it without a peep and suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around me with a hand over my mouth.

“Shh, come on I need to talk to you.” Harry’s voice comes from behind me as I try to get out of his grasp, unable to scream.  He carries me with ease down the trail, even with all of my struggling to escape, and sets me down near the water.  “Look, don’t be mad bu-“

“Don’t be mad?”  I basically scream, “Don’t be mad?!  This is not the right time to be talking to me about you being a dick.”  He steps up next to me but I push him away, turning and walking quickly down to the other end of the beach.

“I didn’t know that girl!”  He screams at the wind as it howls behind me.   “I don’t know many girls to be honest.  You’re one of the few I have fallen in love with.”  

I turn around upon hearing his last words and glare at him, “do you really believe you’re doing a very good job of showing a girl you love her?  Because I believe you aren’t doing very well at it.”  He catches up and pauses in the sand in front of me, catching his breath.

“I’m actually pretty awful at it, especially once you put alcohol in the equation.  Look, I didn’t even have sex with her, you came in the room at the perfect time for me to stop, sort of think in my drunk state, and make the wise decision to get the girl to leave.  I don’t like her.”  He tries to take a hold of my hand, but I pull away and take an extra step backwards.  “I like you.”  He says, looking directly into my eyes.  “I love you.”

I turn my gaze on the sand, kicking it around with my feet.  “Niall’s alive.”  He takes another step toward me.

“What?”  His hand roughly cups my chin, forcing me to look him right in the eyes.  “What did you just say?”

“Niall’s alive!”  I scream, pulling away and sitting on the sand closest to the water.  Pulling my knees to my chest,  I take a deep inhale, shivering, and feel Harry’s butt crash into the sand next to me.

“How can he be alive?  We saw his bod-”

“It was all set-up.”

“Why the hell would he decide to set up such an emotional-”  He stops, letting sand sift through his fingers.

“I didn’t.”  A voice says from behind us.  Harry jumps up to guard me, but gets caught in his tracks when he sees Niall walking towards us.  “Management did.”  Harry starts running towards Niall to give him a hug, but Niall sidesteps and watches Harry with anger in his eyes.

“Niall, I’m so happy to see you, oh god you’re alive you’re-”

“I’m not very happy to see you, Harry.”  Niall curls his hands up, his face beet red.  “I told you to protect her.”

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A/N: I decided to re-read my story last night to see if I would get the motivation to write another chapter, and once I got to the end, I was like "holy shit this fucking author left it off like this!?"  Then realized I am the author, and it's been like 5 months.  I apologize so much for not updating, and I feel your pain.  I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I shall do my best to post the next one within a week or so.

Thanks so much for sticking with this story and the support, otherwise I probably wouldn't be writing this right now.  Thank you so much.

Happy Halloween!!