Angels That Lead Us To Heaven (Sequel to The Runaway Angels)

Lily and Taylor have been abused by their father and escape to go start a life of their own. That all changes when they fall in love and their father finds them. This story is a sequel to The Runaway Angels, and consists of tragedy, healing, love, and how friendship comes through in times of need. Read to find out what Lily and Taylor have to deal with, and how they can fix their problems with the help of their best friends


4. Chapter 4

Taylor’s POV


    Only time can heal wounds I remember Mum saying in one of her final days. I sit in the green velvet chair outside of the hospital, the dim lights of the hallway making me sleepy, even though I can’t sleep. All the years of terrifying nightmares return to my memory, slowly, one by one making their way to the surface. I stare at the floor, lost in my thoughts- too shocked to cry, scream, or physically do anything. It was all a blur- Father returning, hearing a gun roar, seeing thick liquid cover Louis as he lays on the cold floor, lifeless. I was literally dragged here because I couldn’t think or move. Silent tears streamed down my face in the car, but I managed to somehow wipe them off and clean myself up before we got here.

A hand touches the middle of my back as I rest my head in my hands. “Sh, it will be okay,” a voice soothes me. I shiver, remembering when Mum once told me that. I look up to find Harry watching me from the chair on my right. Tears brim his eyes, and I can tell he’s trying to hold them in, but we both know they’ll spill soon.

“I can’t do this again, Harry,” I sob. “I can’t lose another person I love.”

“I know how you feel. Two of my best mates just got shot.”

I find myself staring at the floor again, not being able to think. The love of my life is behind the door next to Harry, unconscious.  

“Um… do you mind if I ask you something?” Harry suddenly asks.

“Anything,” I say, lifting my head back up.

“How did you survive this long?”

I don’t know how to answer that question, so I just shrug, but Harry doesn’t take that for an answer. I look into his eyes as I answer, “Hope.”

Harry nods. “Then I guess all we can do right now is hope.”

*The next day*

The remaining three boys, Lily, and I all sit together at a circular table in the hospital cafeteria. None of us speak much, the incident still fresh on our minds.

Out of the open, Harry says, “Knock knock.”

“Harry, it’s no time for jokes,” Zayn says.

“Maybe you should lighten up,” Harry suggests, annoyance in his tone.

“Harry, two of our best mates are dying here. How can I ‘lighten up’?” Zayn shoots back with force.

“You know what, maybe you should just find some hope.” Harry abruptly stands up, getting a few stares from people around us.

“Yeah, well, hope isn’t going to do much, is it? It’s fate. Harry, we can’t save them! It’s up to fate!” Zayn exclaims, raising his voice.

“Whoa, hey! Sit down!” I yell at the two of them. They stare at me and do what is told. “You’re acting horrible! I’ve never seen this side of you two- where did this come from? Do you think this is how Louis and Liam want us to act? Maybe you’re both right. It is up to fate, but the least we can do is hope.”

Zayn and Harry look at me with disappointment in their eyes, and they both stand up. They turn and hug each other, whispering words into each others’ ears. Apologies. They sit back down, and everyone is silent again, eating their cereal.

“Who’s there?” Niall asks, spooning some more cereal.

“Owls,” Harry answers.

“Owls who?”

“Good job.”

I giggle under my breath, but Harry still hears me.

“You like that one?” he says. I look at him, and he winks at me. I giggle again.

“Can I take your dishes for you, ladies?” Niall asks Lily and I. We nod our heads, and he scoops up our paper bowls and plastic spoons, taking them away to the trash.

When Niall returns, Zayn asks, “Should we go see our friends?” We all agree and silently go up to the rooms.

Louis’ room is on the second floor, and Liam’s is on the third, so we stop at Louis’ first. A nurse enters the room with some supplies, and Zayn speaks to her.

“How is he?”

“He’s doing well at the moment, for being in a coma. He’s lost a lot of blood, but we managed to have a blood donor. He has the same doctor as your friend, Liam, who the doctor is currently visiting. You can go to his room to talk to him, if you’d like,” the kind nurse replies.

“Okay, great. Thanks you,” Zayn says, a hopeful smile on his lips.

We all rush to the lift, itching to get to Liam’s room. Once we arrive, we find Liam’s room and Niall lightly knocks.

The doctor opens the door. He’s quite tall with grey hair and a small beard. “Who sent you?” he asks, no emotion in his voice.

Harry speaks up. “A nurse tending to our friend, Louis Tomlinson, said you’d be here. We’d like to know how our friends are doing.”

“Is he your friend, too?” the doctor asks, pointing behind him to Liam.

“Yes, sir.”

“Come with me.” The doctor quietly shuts the door and leads us to a room at the end of the long hallway. We enter, finding out it’s a conference room. “Please, take a seat.” We all take a chair, and Niall immediately starts spinning around on his. “I am Dr. Lan, and I have some news to discuss with you about Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson.”

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