Always Love You (Narry) (Boyxboy)

33.The Aftermath

*Niall's POV*

My eyes were closed, but I could tell the room I was in, was filled with bright lights. I carefully started to flutter my eyes open to figure out where I was. The last thing I remember was when Dr. Richardson injected me with that drug.

I sat up in the bed and slowly started looking around, taking in my surroundings. My bed was placed in a row, next to some others, each with what looked like bodies covered by white sheets. Behind me was a wall full of metal drawers, each with a number on it. This was obviously the morgue.

"Ah Mr. Horan, you are awake I see. Well if you could, why don't you follow me, and I can check your vitals. Just to make sure you are ok. Then you will be free to go." Dr. Richardson said, startling me. I nodded my head and slowly got up, following him through some door in the back of the morgue.

"So, it uh worked I guess, right?" I asked him, while he stood checking my pulse. He nodded his head. "Yes Mr. Horan, to the outside world you are deceased. Everything has gone according to your plan and you seem to have recovered from the injection well. You are free to go, though I may suggest you be careful to ensure you are unseen leaving the hospital."

I quickly stood from the bed and Dr. Richardson handed me some hospital scrubs. "Where are my clothes?" I asked. Dr. Richardson took a breath before he replied "With your mother. We had to return your belongings to your next of kin. Standard protocol in a situation where the patient is deceased." in a tone I didn't quite appreciate, but nodded my head none the less.

Once I had changed into the scrubs Dr. Richardson instructed me on what was the easiest way to leave the hospital without being seen. I thanked him, and told him I would send him the money I owed him once I knew I was safe, and in the clear. "Oh one more thing, can I use your phone? I need to make a call." I asked and he nodded, handing over his mobile.

*Louis' POV*

I was sat on the bed, in some room of a small hotel on the outskirts of London, waiting for Niall's arrival. He had called me from some random number I didn't know, and told me this address and room number and asked me to meet him here with some cash and clothes. He acted as if it was a simple task he was asking of me. Obviously not taking into consideration who I was with, and let's just say getting away from Harry was anything but simple.

The sound of the hotel room door opening brought me from my thoughts. I looked up, and saw Niall in some scrubs with disheveled hair, walk through the door. I jumped up and ran over to him and gave him a tight hug. I was against this plan and his decisions of late, but I was happy to see he really was ok. He wasn't dead, he was alive and well. "Louis, Lou, let go you're squeezing too tight." he spoke in a quiet voice.

I released him, stepping back, whispering an apology and looked into his saddened blue eyes. "How is he...?" he asked. I let out a sigh and looked too the floor "He's completely devastated, I've never seen him like this, even with his mom. It's bad Niall really bad. Are you sure you want to go through with this still Ni? It's not too late to turn back now?"

He shook his head before replying "No Lou. I can't go back now. This is the only way to draw Anne out, to make her think I am dead, and she'll let her guard down enough so I'll be able to find her. She is the one who can discredit Cassi and Simon to save Zayn and so Haz and I can be together." I took a few deep breaths and ran my hands over my face.

"How exactly do you think this is all going to work Niall? Do you think you will be able to just come back from the dead, just walk through the front door of the flat like nothing ever happened? You haven't seen Harry and what this is doing to him Niall. This, your plan, it's killing him. There has to be another way. If we just put all our heads together..." I was unable to finish my sentence because he interrupted me.

"I'm not changing my mind Lou, so give it up. I'm gonna shower, will you go get me some hair dye while I'm in there?" he questioned, completely disregarding everything I had just said. I shook my head "Yep, sure thing. Here's your clothes." I said as I picked up his clothes and threw them at him, walking past him and out the door, slamming it as I left.

I don't know what he was thinking. I don't know what I was thinking either, agreeing to help him and all. This was such a bad idea and I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach about all of this. I hated not knowing how it's all going to work out. "This is bad..." I whispered to myself as I got into my car and pulled out of the car park. I really hope he knows what he's doing.

*Harry's POV*

Maura had sent me to the store to pick up a few things for her to cook tonight. I say she sent me but it was more like she forced me. Telling me that I needed to get out of our flat and that Niall wouldn't want me locked in his room moping and crying because he's gone. Well I didn't want him to die either but he did.

I sat in the car park of Tesco, wiping my face, and taking a deep breath to ready myself to be around people so soon after everything. With a few more tears and a few more deep breaths I opened my door and headed into the store.

My focus was on my phone as I entered the store going over Maura's list of the things she wanted for tonight. I let out a sigh as I looked over the lengthy list, wishing I had grabbed a basket back at the entrance.

Before I knew what was happening I was on the floor on my back with my phone in my face and someone on top of me. "Sorry, sorry, I wasn't looking, my bad" I said, still on the floor, realizing I had walked into someone. "I..it's fine. Harry? What are you doing here? I thought you were back at the flat with Maura?" Louis asked. "I..I was but she sent me out to get groceries. Wait, why are you here? I thought you said you had to get away and visit your mum for a few days?" I shot back as I stood up, gaining some composure.

He looked frazzled by my questions and I was curious as to why he was acting strange. He didn't even give me a clear response, just a few stuttered mumbles. I bent down to help him pick up his things off the floor from our little collision. "Why do you have a prepaid phone and hair dye?" I asked him as I handed the items back to him.

"I c..can explain..." he stuttered out. Eyeing him suspiciously, I noticed the hair dye was the same color number I once picked up for Niall. We were away on holiday and he wanted to hide from the paps, so he dyed his hair brunette to throw them off. Tears rushed to my face with the memory. "Explain what? Why are you shaking and why are you acting so strange and who is that hair dye for?" I interrogated him, wiping the tears from my face.

He stepped back and audibly swallowed, staring at me with what looked like fear and panic in his eyes. "Haz it's not what you think, ok? I mean really, there is an explanation for all of this." he stated defensively. I looked at him inquisitively "and what is it that I think Lou? Why don't you just tell me the truth? Don't you think I've been through enough in the last 48 hours without my best friend lying to me?" I questioned him sternly.

"I mean first you leave me at what was probably the lowest point in my life, which I accepted because I thought it was you grieving. Then now you're in Tesco buying a disposable phone and the exact type of hair dye that Niall used. What is going on with you Lou?" I asked him. He was looking anywhere but my face, something he does when he lies, but why was he lying?

"Haz, I...I don't know what to say, or how to answer that." he mumbled so quietly I almost didn't hear what he said. "Well you know, if we really are best friends, I think a good place to start would be with the truth..." I stated.

He was shaking now and it was obvious he was extremely nervous. His mouth opened and closed a few times, like he was searching for the right thing to say. "I..I.. can't, I can't tell you..." he stuttered out. I was so disappointed, I can't handle any of this. The tears started flowing, freely down my face. I hated every piece of the reality I was in. Nothing was ok...

"I guess I'm just not worth the truth, then." I whispered as I turned to walk away. "Hazza! Wait! Don't go!" Every fiber of my being told me to just keep walking, but I didn't. I stopped but I didn't turn back around. "I can't tell you b..but if you come with me, I can show you..."