"BAH!" I scream in panic. My fingernails grip onto the armrests and people around me are sleeping. All of them are actually, which is surprising with the way I just woke up. My muscles contract and I start to relax a bit. My eyes wander the surroundings of the plane.
"Ma'am? Can I get you anything?" Asks an obviously exhausted flight attendant. Her bright red hair is pinned in a tidy bun and she is dressed in a navy blue uniform with a white undershirt and black tie.
"Sure, just a glass of water please," I answer her question. She begins to turn around. "Oh, and an Tylenol?"
"Yes ma'am," And with that, she scampers off.
I rotate the joints in my wrists and my neck, it seems odd honestly. What time is it? I don't carry a watch with me so I lean over Cyrah and Angel's laps and flick my finger against the small blind. It shoots up and I stare out into the sky. Clouds by the hundreds and they're moving rather quickly. The bright orange sun is coming just above the horizon, and it feels a bit better.
"Here you are," Says the woman and she sets down my water and pill. I take the two pills and empty my glass in two large gulps.
"Wont be much longer now," I murmur under my breath. "Then I can be free. For good."
We grabbed our bags and were picked up at the airport by Niall. When we get in the car, I feel odd and notice something.
"Niall? Where are your little baby-pies?" Baby-pies? What the fuck?
"Your darling Louis is watching them," Niall smiles.
"What?" Brigid stares at me confused.
"Oh, um,...Me and Louis are kind of together," I cringe at the thought of my relationship being told. I rub my hand over my hair and keep my eyes from Brigid. I forgot to tell her and it's obviously been kept from since we were first together, almost two years.
* * *
We grab our stuff from the trunk of the car and bring it inside. I watch Brigid as her eyes slightly twitch in amazement at Cyrah and Niall's flat. I throw my stuff, not metaphorically, I literally throw my stuff into the back of my car and scream out.
"Ahhh!" I scream.
"That's the noise Jesus is going to make when he comes back," Brigid and I say in unison and we laugh at our interest in black veil brides.
We get inside and meet the awaiting Zack, Louis, and Jake. I guess there has been some sort of uneasy feeling about another one of us moving here. Louis smiles faintly at the sight of Brigid and takes a step forward, introducing himself.
"Louis," He says extending his hand gracefully.
I glance around at the faces and it's like you can feel the awkward.
Now, how does it feel,
Knowing your barely alive?
"Harry, where are you?" I ask and walk away from the crowd. Thank god for the call, I don't do well in silent crowds.
"Rushing to the house," He answers. "Is our new friend here?"
"Yeah, she's here."
"Yeah, what'd you think the name Brigid signified? Masculine or feminine?"
"Shut up, Angel," He laughs. "Don't use fancy words on me, I don't read the fucking dictionary."
"I don't either, I just like the big words."
"Alright, I'll be there in a sec," And with that the line died.
I make my way back to the crowd that is now entering the flat. The brick flat with white curtains you can tell are satin from the exterior. Beautiful vines of some kind crawl up the sides of the house with great might. A scrawny, mud-brown, cat emerges from the side with greyish eyes and half an ear torn off. Poor thing. I join the rest of the gang.
When we settle down and have Cyrah's things put into her bedroom, we gather in the living room where I can tell Brigid feels uncomfortable. Well, so much for making her feel comfortable.
"Alright, where're you going to stay?" Cyrah asks as she sits with Rosalie in her arms, and she hands Alice to Niall.
"I don't know, I never thought of that while we were running to the airport and riding in a fucking plane!" Brigid cracks. "I never had time to get anything ready for if we had decided to come here, I never decided to plan ahead! So, how do you expect me to all of a sudden fucking know where the fuck I am going to stay?"
My eyes widen as I rush to her side and try to calm her. "Christ, who shit in your cornflakes this morning?"
A low shriek of laughter escapes Louis' lips and Niall looses his mind. He laughs a bit but than surprises me.
"No cursing around the girls, Angel! I told you thousands of times!"
"No you haven't, Niall. Why are you acting like you have a god damn stick up your ass? What happened to the blonde Irish kid that always cursed and had fun with everyone he was with? I'm sick of this once and for all! I'm out!"
I watch helplessly as Angel storms out of the room and Louis runs after her, trying to regain a little control to help with her emotions toward Niall.
"GAH!" My eyes flicker to the side of the room where I see Louis slowly coming into the room with his palm covering his cheekbone. I already see the blue shadow it casts on the outline underneath his hand. The door slams and Niall sits speechless, motionless, waiting for someone to speak out. Nobody does and I don't blame either one of us.
"What the fuck happened?" Asks an obviously overly confused Harry. I just look at him with the same expression and he changes his glance to Louis face. "Louis!"
Harry takes him to the kitchen to get him fixed up.
"Seriously, Niall?" I say. "Who shoved the stick up your ass?"
I take the girls and bring them upstairs to bed.