Death's Letter

What happens when a soul is split between 3 people instead of two? A cursed triangle of torment and misery is what the universe has in store for Victoria, Xander, and Niall. Will Xander take his medication and get help? or will he continue to influence Victoria with self harm?

When Niall is presented with a letter he believes he has met his soul mate, though he has already met one of them before. . . .will they end up happy or will the universe work its magic and cause people their lives?

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4. Calm Your Freakin' Tits

Author's note: I am very sorry that I haven't updated recently . . .I have been writing though! although its a part that will happen much later . . .hahah anyway this chapter isn't that exciting I know . . .I will try to make the next one better :) so here y'all go  . . . . . . CHAPTER 4

 

 

 

Liam's POV:

 

Niall has been awfully off lately. I have a feeling that it has to do with Victoria. The boy went through so much trying to find her; it was quite the task to accomplish considering that he wanted to keep it from the public. He probably tried  everything he could think of;  subtle twitter posts, twit cams, he even tried writing back. Unfortunately he always got frazzled and crumpled every piece of paper he wrote on. I think it was because he didn't know how to put what he wanted to say into words, well then again I suppose he did but they just wouldn't sound right on paper.

 

 

This evening we were in a new city for a concert and wanted to explore. We were all dressed up to go to a club and maybe meet some hot girls as Harry put it.

 

 

While I was just finishing buttoning up my shirt I noticed Niall sitting in a chair that was placed in the corner of the room. He was siting with his phone clutched  tightly in his hands staring at the screen as if willing it to ring. I noticed how he wasn't dressed to go out and decided to see if he was alright. I buttoned the last button and made my way across the room taking long strides. I sat on the arm of the chair and set my hand on his shoulder, by doing so I could feel how tense he was.

 

 

"Are you feeling okay mate?" I asked in a low voice not wanting to bring attention to him. Hearing my voice he picked his head up and looked at me meeting my gaze.

 

 

He answered with some hesitation as if he weren't sure himself of the answer.

 

 

"Uh. . . Yeah, I'm fine Li." With that he lowered his head once more, returning his focus to his cellular device. I wasn't really convinced with his statement.

I began to feel like I was an unwanted presence so I got off of the edge of the arm of the chair and walked into the bathroom. I took one last look in the mirror making sure my hair, what little hair  I actually had, looked presentable. I was starting to become concerned for Niall's well being recently. He hasn't been eating as much and likes to sleep a lot, even more than Zayn and that's saying something.

 

 

I walked out of the bathroom and found that the rest of the lads were ready to head out. They all gravitated towards me and then as if on cue, they all turned their heads to face the corner of the room where Niall was located. Harry was the first to speak up, when he did he used a soft and quiet tone so our little Irish leprechaun wouldn't overhear.

 

 

"Is he coming or not?" Asked Harry as he jabbed his thumb in Niall's direction. His words held some concern.

 

 

"I don't think he's up to it tonight." I answered.

 

 

"Is he okay? I'm worried about him Liam." Admitted Louis as he looked into my eyes which quickly darted to the corner of the room and then back at me.

 

 

"I-I'm sure that he'll be fine Lou." I said trying to convince not only him but myself as well.

 

 

"I hate to sound like a jerk but we're going to be late." Said Harry as he glanced at his watch. With that we all left, leaving Niall alone with his phone gripped tightly in his hands, surely he would be fine, at least I hope he would be.

 

 

 

Niall's POV:

My hand ached and was somewhat cramping up. I focused on it to see it grasping my phone rather tightly and I remembered that I had been doing so for a few hours. It was quiet in the hotel suite, the other lads had left some time ago, I think.

 

 

Before they left I vaguely recall Liam talking with me but to be honest I really wasn't paying attention, I was solely focused on my phone willing it to bring me word of Victoria. I hadn't heard from her in a few days and I was getting a tad worried about the girl.

 

 

I know that I sound major clingy and the absolute last thing I want to be is a cling-on, although I probably am one. I have to talk to her everyday, I don't know what it is exactly but there was something about the girl that was so alluring to me. It made me feel extremely happy, ecstatic even, to talk to her. Whenever I was talking to her the smile on my face would be so wide my jaw would hurt. I am very surprised I haven't scared her off, but then again she came looking for me.

 

 

Can you miss someone whom you have never met in person before? I do, I miss her all the time. It's almost like deep down somewhere there is a part of me that aches to be with her. I want to make her feel like the only girl in the world, to me she is. I've never even considered looking at another girl knowing that I could call her as easy as 1,2,3.

 

 

From what I've heard if you dream about someone that means they fell asleep thinking of you, if that's true Victoria must think about me a lot. I've wondered if I was the one she thought about when she was alone. I dream about her most nights, however those dreams are often nightmares. Even if I'm not dreaming about her I'm dreaming as if I am her, like I see things from her point if view. I haven't told anybody this because even to me it seems strange, especially with how vivid the dreams are. The ones when I am in her point of view there's this boy whose always there. It makes me a little jealous, I mean not that I'm the jealous type but still . . . . Anyway the strange part is that the kid looks extremely familiar and I can't put my finger on it, which bugs the shit out of me.

 

I found myself pacing the floor deep in thought trying to put the pieces together that just didn't want to fit. There was definitely something that was connecting things together, the dreams, the boy in the dreams, why did he look so familiar?

 

"NIALL WE'RE HOME!!" Shouted Louis causing me to jump a little out of surprise. My heart was racing slightly inside my chest from the start I was given by my friend.

 

 

All of the lads entered the room and I noticed how each of them took a long look at me while they walked by. Did I have something on my shirt? I'll be the first to admit that when I eat I don't pay attention to what happens. Was my zipper down? I swear to god if it was I would really hope someone would tell me, traumatic zipper failure experience, been there, done that, don't ask.

 

 

"Hey guys" I said, finding myself breaking the thick tension that started to settle in the room.

 

 

"Are you alright?" Asked Louis, concern reflected in his face and tone.

 

 

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine, jus' a little worried."

 

 

"What's wrong?" Asked Liam, he too sounded upset. Everyone's attention was on me as I spoke.

 

 

"Nothing that I know of, I guess I didn't mean worried, just, uh, I've been thinking about some things, that's all." I said trying to cover up what was wrong, though to be honest there wasn't a problem. I was just concerned and perhaps a little scared that she moved on or something.

 

 

That guy probably has something to do with it.

 

He's better than you, he can be with her when you can't.

 

My thoughts became those of jealously and rage if the two got married and had a baby. I always put myself down, I hated it. No. I hated myself, I often looked in the mirror and thought I was ugly. Maybe I was, maybe she couldn't stand to see my face on her computer screen anymore or hear my horrid voice on her phone.

 

 

"Niall?" My thoughts were once again interrupted as Zayn called out bringing me back to reality.

 

 

"Sorreh, I was thinking about stuff. I think I'm gunna head off to bed an' get some rest." I said trying to avoid my friends for the time being. If I couldn't figure it out now I wasn't going to let them get confused like I was. I would tell them  when the time came, if it ever did. I didn't want their pity and reassurance either.

 

 

Liam's POV:

 

 

Niall had just left the living area of the suite and was on his way to his room to catch some z's.

 

 

"Do you think Victoria called?" Asked Lou in a hopeful voice. We all knew how she made him happy. Suddenly Harry broke out in hysterical laughter.

 

 

"And what's just soooo funny Harold?" Snapped Louis with his hands on his hips, hey he was the sass master after all.

 

 

We all turned our focus to Harry waiting for an explanation to his outburst. He had finally managed to stop laughing.

 

 

"Alright, alright. About a week ago Niall was Skyping Victoria. He was sitting at the desk so she could only see him from the chest up, which came in very handy." Harry paused for a moment and giggled to himself as if a joke was made, I didn't really get it.

 

 

Harry continued "When I walked in and saw Victoria on the screen she was wearing a tank top, and, uh, she was leaning forward while talking so she was pretty much showing Niall her, uh, chest, I don't think she realized it though. Anyway it was very, uh, it was a pretty nice view and it was very obvious Niall thought so too because he had a MAJOR boner. Anyway he hadn't seen me come in yet and I decided to have a little fun with him, I started making the most obnoxious sex noises. It was absolutely hilarious! Especially when his cheeks turned a bright red." Finished Harry who had once again returned to a fit of laughter. 

 

 

"Real mature Haz." Said Zayn as he too chuckled slightly.

 

 

Only Harry would do such a thing. Actually, no, I take that back. We would all have done something like that, it was just too easy, especially with our little leprechaun. He was just so innocent, well, for the most part, we all know what he does when he's alone! It's quite traumatizing to know, especially for me.

 

Niall's POV:

 

 

I am in a hospital and I see panicked nurses and doctors rushing to their destination with a girl on a stretcher. No one seemed to notice me, it was like I wasn't even there, it were as if I were invisible. I began to approach the swarm of people. As I got closer I almost immediately recognized the girl; her chocolate brown hair and fair skin. It was a tad difficult to recognize her with her face covered with dried blood, her body misshapen and bruised, bent at unnatural angles. A glint of silver led me to her neck. It was then my suspicions were confirmed, a "V" charm adorned the chain.

 

Things began to blur and the room started to spin clockwise around me, I felt as though I might be sick. Then it was I who was now in the stretcher being wheeled away. People were shouting and hooking up wires and tubes to my body connecting me to equipment. My vision became fuzzy and a bright light appeared becoming more intense with every second. A long, high pitched beep was ringing in my ears as I made my way up to meet the light. Then everything went black.

 

 

 

***

 

 

I bolt straight up in bed. I found myself dripping wet with sweat and my clothes plastered to my body. I was panting, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest and my throat felt like the Sahara. I took a look around the room and found Liam in the other bed fast asleep.

 

 

Quickly I got out of bed tying to be as quiet as possible to avoid waking Li up. I grabbed myself a bottle of water off of the nightstand and took a long gulp trying to quench the extreme thirst I had.

 

 

That was definitely the scariest dream I had of Victoria. It was so real. Fuck, it was TOO real. I was literally shaking. Just to humor myself I decided to call her, it would calm my nerves.

 

 

I grabbed my phone and head out of the hotel room. Instead of taking the elevator I went for the stairs, it might not have been the best choice considering we were on the 12th floor. I needed some fresh air and to 'calm my freakin tits' as Victoria would put it. After awhile I finally reached the ground floor, I pushed open the door that led to the lobby. With my legs aching I went out the front door and into the parking lot.

 

 

I typed in her number and put the phone up to my ear. While doing so I realized that it was 2am where she was. I know it would be rude to wake her but I really needed to hear her voice. The phone rang several times and I was sure that it was going to go to voicemail.

"Hello?" Someone answered while yawning.

 

 

"Is this Victoria?" I asked already knowing the answer

 

 

"No this is her mother. Who is this and why are you calling at this ungodly hour?"

 

 

Damn.

 

 

"Uhh, I'm a . . . a friend, I really need to talk to her, it's very important." I begged the woman on the opposite end of the call.

 

 

"I'm sorry to disappoint you young man but she cannot come to the phone right now, or anytime  soon for that matter. She is currently in the ICU and has been there for the past few days. Goodnight."

 

 

"WAIT!" I screamed into the phone with desperation dripping from my words. "What do you mean by the ICU? You mean she's in the hospital?" I asked panicked.

 

 

"Yes." And the line went dead. She had hung up on me.

 

 

I stood there for awhile stunned. I was paralyzed with fear not only for her well-being but because if that dream was real, were all of the others real too?

 

I hadn't realized that I dropped my phone until I heard it hit the concrete with a thud.

 

 

"You alright there buddy?" Asked a very familiar voice.

 

 

I spin around to see Liam standing there with a pained expression on his face. How long had he been standing there? I just looked at him not daring to say anything.

 

 

As if h had managed to read my mind he said "I got up when I heard the door shut. I noticed you weren't in bed so I followed you out here. I was worried."

 

 

I remained silent as I looked at him unable to speak.

 

 

"Was that about Victoria?" He asked, I could sense that he was dreading the answer.

 

 

I nodded my head in response not trusting my ability to form words. My body was numb. I had no idea what to do and I was glad that he was here right now. I don't think I could have dealt with this on my own. So I told Liam everything, including my dreams. I was going to tell him the most bone chilling nightmares that might be true because the last one was.

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