I'm a Payne // n.h.

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

"We'll have a large half pepperoni and half sausage pizza with extra cheese please." I told the short brunette waitress. We chose an overly large booth to sit at and Carter was seated on my lap.

Our pizza arrived about twenty minutes and I swear I've never seen Niall devour anything so fast. He went through three pieces in three minutes and Carter and Zayn were just going at a slightly slower pace. After I cleaned all of their faces off, they dug in for seconds.

"Nobody move! This is a hold up! I have a gun and I'm not afraid to use it!" A masked man wearing all black barged through the doors and I swear I have never went to hide any faster. Niall pulled me under the table and Zayn grabbed Carter and lay next to me. Niall had a firm grip around my waist with one hand a tight hold on my hand with his other hand.

"Mama, I'm scared." Carter whispered in Zayn's arms and tears started falling from my eyes.

"It's okay Carter, just please be quiet for mama, please!" I whisper shouted and he nodded his head at me. Thick black boots approached our table and flipped it over to the side, leaving us completely exposed.

"Ooo! Well look at this child. Quite a beauty, isn't he?" The deep voice frightened me and I held Niall's hand so tight my own was turning white. "I'd be such a shame if he were to go. Such a bright future. Oh and you two look familiar." He took the shotgun from his jacket pocket and began looking at it. "In that one boyband, One Direction? You'd be worth some good cash." He was cocking the gun when I let out a small whimper.

"Please not my son, take me. I'm begging you." I pleaded. The fact that I was about to die was slowly creeping into my mind and that black mask kept his gaze kept on Niall and I. I strained my neck to look at my son, and it felt like I didn't even need to be shot, I was already dead.

Carter's face was soaked in tears, and Zayn was trying his best to soothe him. His eyes were bloodshot and he was squirming in Zayn's arms. All I wanted at that moment was to hold my son one last time before I was going.

"Can I at least hold him one last time before I go?" I looked up at the man who was aiming the gun at me, and I knew he could take me at any given second. He nodded slowly.

"Make it quick or both of you die." He spoke clearly and at an even pace.

"Carter, I love you okay? Uncle Liam is going to take care of you. I love you so much." I let him go back into the arms of Zayn and I turned to Niall.

"I love you, I never stopped. Goodbye. Make sure Carter is raised right." I gave Niall a look that gave all my hidden feelings for him out in the open.

"Please don't take her, take me ." He spoke with a confident tone, and I looked at him through the blurred vision of my eyes.

"Or instead how about I blow all of your heads off, that way it's more fun for me." He gave the most haunting smile I've ever seen. It was scarier than every single scary movie I've ever seen. Like there was an actual demon inside of him.

"Please." I barely let out another whisper. "Take me."

"Whatever you want sweetie." He gave me another horribly haunting smile and I braced myself for the pain to come.

"POLICE, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" The men armed with bulletproof vests barged through the doors with their guns pointed and ready to fire. The man turned back and back at me and the last thing I remember, was the loud boom of the gun, and my leg being in a lot of pain.

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My eyes flickered open to an overly bright room that smelled like bleach. My son sat at my feet, playing with his favorite trains. "Carter." I barely let out a whisper and I could feel my leg throbbing.