Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.


23. Crushed


**Nialls POV**



I yawn, stretching my arms up above my head as I walk in to the kitchen. The apartment is quiet, no one around apart from Zayn sitting on the counter.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, getting water from the fridge.

“Mate,” He starts, his eyes weary and tired.

“What's happened?” I demand, suddenly terrified. What if something had happened to Lia?

“I think you should go downstairs.” He finishes so I rush out of the door without looking back. I wait impatiently as the lift goes down, seeming as though it takes forever.

“Lia?” I shout over the noise of the crowds as the doors open. People swarm the lobby of the tower, police tape and ambulance workers everywhere.

“Lia!” I shout again, scurrying through the crowd.

“Niall,” Louis says, placing his hand on my chest to stop me getting any closer.

“Lia!” I try to move past him but he pushes harder.

“Niall, calm down! She's fine!” Louis shouts at me and I breath out a sigh of relief.

“What's going on then?” I ask, craning my neck, trying to get a better look.

“It's Lia's mum,” He says, eyes dark and sad.

“What?” I push past him and spot Lia on the floor beside a body. Nurses and police are frantically trying to get to the body but Lia won't let them.

“Lia,” I exclaim, rushing to her side. Police try to stop me but pull back once they realise who I am.

“Lia,” I say, pulling her eyes to meet mine.

“She's gone, Niall.” She weeps, her world crushing to pieces. Her eyes darken and I can see her heart breaking. I pull her to my bare chest, cradling her head on my shoulder as her tears soak my skin.

“Shh, it's okay.” I rock her gently as the shock comes over me. I glance down at the body as ambulance workers take Lia's mother on to a stretcher.

“She can't be gone, Niall!” Lia pounds her fists in to my chest and I hold her tighter.

“It's okay, princess. It's okay.” I sooth her, trying to keep her calm. The crowds slowly begin to disappear and I can't remember how long I sat like that with Lia. How long I sat with her in my arms.


I tug at the roots of my hair as I fall back on to the sofa. I groan in stress as Harry walks in.

“You alright?” He asks and I just nod subtly.

“How is she?” His voice is soft as he motions at the closed door to my room.

“Not too good,” I reply, closing my eyes. It's been three weeks since Lia's mother died; the reasons still unclear. It was thought that she went down to the lobby in the early hours of the morning to ask to see a doctor and then she collapsed. The ambulance were too late to save her. Lia hasn't spoken to anyone properly. She won't let me talk to her. She's barely eaten and I’m sick with worry about her.

“How's Jelly?” I ask Harry and he shakes his head.

“She's slowly coming out of her shell again, I don't think she quite understands to be honest.” He sits beside me and we both stay silent for a moment.

“What are we going to do, Harry?” I ask him, my eyes welling up.

“I don't know, Niall. I don't know.” 

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