They Don't Know About Us

Your Song - Chapter 36

*PAIGES POV*
I explain the situation to Chloe and Harry as I cradle Niall in my arms. He's never been the type of person to hold a grudge. He just breaks down. And I hate it. I hate seeing him like this, tears begin to build up in my tearducts. "What dickheads!" Harry mumbles, not wanting to bring attention to us. "They can't say that to him! It's horrible and uncalled for!" Chloe exclaims, clenching her hands into fists. "I know, can you please give us some time alone. If you don't mind." I whisper, wiping my eyes. They both nod "Of course Paige, call us if you need anything!" Chloe says before leading Harry out of the room and closing the door. Becky told me about the pregnancy last night, just before Niall returned from those bastards. Of course I'm happy for her but I can't really concentrate on that right now. "I should get Shelby and Louis" I whisper to Niall. "No! Please, don't go anywhere babe, promise you won't leave me!" he begs, starting to break down once more. "Nialler, I will never leave you! I promise you, as long as I live, I won't go anywhere and no one can tell me to either!" I reply, stroking the tears off his cheeks. He smiles "I love you so much!" 
"I love you too, always." I reply before kissing him softly

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"Let's go somewhere!" Niall says happily, the recent dilemma being forgotten. I laugh "Okay eager beaver! Like where?" I reply with a smile. He pauses "How about paint balling? I've heard it's epic over here!" He almost shouts with a grin spread across his face. "It's a date! I'll get the others!" I jump up and head towards the apartment door. "I'll wait in the car!" Niall sings. I smile to myself and head towards Shelby and Louis' room.

Chloe, Harry, Liam, Becky and Zayn jump into the black SUV excitedly, gripping eachothers arms about whose going to beat who this time. "C'mon Shelby! You too Lou! We haven't got all day!" I shout sarcastically. "We're coming! God! Keep your pregnant pants on woman!" Shelby shouts laughing hyper actively. Finally, everyone is in the car and I jump quickly into the front seat. Niall automatically starts the engine and drives away from the apartments.

"Stop putting him off lads!" I screech at Liam and Zayn as they repeatedly flick the back of Nialls head. "Sorry!" They say before laughing hysterically. "It's alright Paige they're only-"
"Niall! Watch out!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Some prick decided to abandon their car in the middle of the road. Niall tries to swerve our car away from it, but the bumper hits the car causing it to turn a full 360 in the air. The car lands on the roof and then there's a large crash.

I come to slowly, the feel of blood dripping down my forehead. "Guys!" I mumble, my throat dry and tight, at this moment I don't know how bad my injuries are. All I know is that the others are knocked unconscious "Niall! Baby! Can you hear me?" I twist my head slowly and find Niall lying motionless next to me, his arm hanging out of the window. "Shelby! Chloe! Becky! Louis! Liam! Harry! Zayn! ....anybody!" I scream everyone's name. No reply. I know I can't cry, that's one thing you can't do when something like this happens. Panic. But how can't I! My baby could be injured, my boyfriend, my friends! I take a deep breath and find my head is directly below a broken window. I slowly peel my cardigan from my damaged body and lay it over the sharp shards of glass. Thankfully, I can't smell oil or gas so there's no risk of the car overflowing with flames. I screech painfully as I realise that my leg is trapped under the front seat. "Fuck sake!" I scream and pull my leg as hard as I can. Again, it's the wrong thing but if my friends are injured then they need help. And now! I force my body through the tight hole and manage to reach the other side. I breath deeply. My legs definitely broken in atleast one place so I keep straight and hope to god that my phone is intact. "Shit!" I say as I reach my phone and find it shattered into small pieces. I look back into the car and spot Nialls mobile, lying undamaged on the car floor. "1, 2, 3" I say to myself before flipping onto my stomach and dragging my mangled body towards the phone. All I do is swear as I catch my damaged leg "Shit! Fuck! Ahhhh!" I scream. Thankfully, I reach the phone and dial 911.