In The End {One Direction}

Louis was never ok with Niall's relationship with Marcie. He liked her, but there was nothing to do about it. After an almost-death happening with Niall, Louis finds the chance to escape his problems. Is this chance going to break everyone, or will it help him find his way?


3. Not the Same

Niall's POV

My poor baby. My poor baby all broken. She wouldn't talk though, only about Louis, leaving me there in the passenger seat, listening to her vent out her feelings.


"Marcie love, if I've told you this once, I've told you a million times, everything will be alright," I had told her, holding onto her hand with a tight grip.


Marcie's tears would soon end and we soon drove into a familiar driveway. The giant white house with it's tacky orange place mat. The music in the background rang to the tune of 'What Makes You Beautiful', meaning, we were at Harry's place. Marcie parked the car and opened the trunk of her red truck to get out my wheel chair. She slowly helped me out of the car, gently tugging at both my arms to get me out. I know I'm not disabled or anything, but my stomach area is in unbearable pain. I'm glad she knows me well enough to know when I'm not ok.


She seats in me into my wheel chair and began to push me towards Harry's door. She struggled though. As I watched her every move, I noticed that each thing that seemed so simple was a difficult task for her. Her breathing was heavier. Her hair shorter than I remembered, and her face. Her eyes were swollen from all the tears. Her cheeks weren't as fat as I remembered either. They were thinner. This was definitely not the Marcie I know. The person who was assisting me wasn't the Marcie I loved. She was different. She didn't have the same spark, the same vibe. The vibe of this girl was dark, weak, fragile.


I watched as she attempted to ring the door bell.


"Let me help," I pulled up to where the button was and various songs from Up All Night began playing. Classic Harold.


After about 2 seconds of waiting, I heard yelling, shouting and fumbling coming from inside the house. With that, the door slowly crept open. Standing in front of the door, were 3 cheeky lads smiling their faces off.

It was like they rehearsed and practiced this day, because they all opened their arms at the same time.


"Hugs!" The three not-so-close soon to be men yelled out. They all glanced up and down, noticing me in my wheel chair, they gave me a hug instead.


"Niall! You're alive! It's so good to see you. Well, we've seen you loads of times, just not, you know, 'alive'." Marcie had flinched at the word alive.


"I know, good to see you too Liam, it's been way too long."


"Marci!" they screamed in unison again. They all came up to her giving her a tight squeeze, then kissing her on her cheek.


"Come on in you guys, Perrie, Dani and El are here."


"Um, who's El?" Marci asked, her eyebrow furrowing upwards.


"Oh, yeah, forgot it's been a while. El is Louis girl. Where is he anyways?"


Tears slowly formed around Marci's eyes once more, making them look glossy.


"Louis, um, Lou-"


"Louis' dead."


As the words slipped out of my mouth in a harsher tone than expected, a thin female with brown curls for hair walked down the stairs.

"Louis' what?"

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