Aurora ~ Murder song(5,4,3,2,1)

(I picture Greta as Kat McNamara).

Greta guides me inside the cabin and shuts the door behind her. She looks through a tiny window discreetly without saying a word. I sit and begin to catch my breath but I can't help but feel a wave of uneasiness.

"He's gone," she declares.

"Are you sure?" I ask, taking time to study her.

"Yes. It's okay now. You don't have to worry about a thing. Though I must ask, what are you doing out here alone?" She pulls a chair and sits directly opposite me, on what looks like a dining table.

"I could ask you the same thing," I counter.

"Let's just say, I enjoy a bit of solitude." Greta answer. "Your turn." She adds.

"It's- it's a long story." My eyes well up from the thoughts that come rushing through my mind.

"I know we don't really know each other save for the little time we spent in Cabo San Lucas. But I did manage to pick up a few things during that trip. So don't treat me like an outsider. Believe me, I know so much about just about everyone." Greta urges me.

"Well I fùcked up pretty bad. Harry wants nothing to do with me. They all don't want anything to do with me." My face falls as I fight tears back.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Sometimes those we love hurt us the most." She squeezes my hand in hers.

"The truth is, I'm out here all by myself because I'm dealing with some things. Sometimes pain requires separation.. Solitude." Greta continues.

"I'm really sorry for whatever you're going through." I sincerely tell her.

"Let me get you a band-aid for that," she points above my eyebrow.

That's only when I realise that I have a bad cut. I wince when I touch it.

I hear her ramaging through stuff in the next room.

"So.. Have you heard from uh- From Zayn?" She asks still ramaging through stuff like she can't find what she's looking for.

"Zayn.. No I haven't."

During all this, I haven't thought of Zayn. I don't even know what happened to him.

"Oh.. Okay," she responds with a rather disappointed tone.

She comes back with a first aid kit. She cleans up the cut as we both remain silent. There's a less enthusiastic look on her face now.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"Yeah, no, it's fine. I just, I haven't heard from Zayn. After.. After he came to Harry's weeks ago. Kinda like he's been off the grid." She responds, obviously avoiding my eyes.

She gets up after tending to my injuries and grabs a glass of water for me.

"I'm sorry. I haven't heard from him too." I set the glass on the table.

There is obvious tension between us and it makes me uncomfortable. I look outside, noticing that it's already dark.

"Shìt, I Uh.. I have to go Greta." I inform her as I get up.

"But where are you going? It's too dark and clearly dangerous for you outside. Please stay. You can leave in the morning." She tries to convince me.

"As much as I'd like that, I think that whoever is after me will come find me here. So I must really go. Thank you so much for everything." Giving her a quick hug, she stands there stiffly.

I turn and head towards the door when I suddenly hear the cocking sound of a gun. I stop on my tracks.

"I insist. Stay!" Greta commands me coldly.

I put my hands up and turn slowly. Confusion. Fear. Shock. Pain. My body fills with so many emotions at once.

"Greta what are you doing?" I ask shakily once I meet her ice cold deathly state.

"Sit!" She kicks a chair towards me.

I slowly set myself on the chair. I can't seem to understand whatever the fùck is going on.

"Let's- Let's talk." I urge her.

"Shut up! I don't want to talk! You can't help me with what I need." She yells pointing the gun at me aggressively.

"Wh-what do you need?" I carefully ask.

"I need to find Zayn! Clearly you're of no use!" She keeps raising her voice.

Does everyone in this goddamn circle have a gun except me? I think to myself.

"I promise if I knew where he was I'd tell you."

"Oh don't pretend. I know you wouldn't help me. You just want him for yourself!" She touches my forehead with the tip of her gun.

I close my eyes. My heart pumping in my ears. But I'm exhausted. Too exhausted for anything anymore.

"I'm so tired of people trying to hurt me, so why don't you just get this over with," I speak without thinking it through.

"Shoot you? I'm not gonna shoot you. I'm using you as leverage. To get what I want. See, there is someone really interested in having you. I'll just trade you for the info I need. And oh yeah, some good money." She smirks.

"Greta what are you talking about?" She switches her gaze between her phone and me. She dials real quick.

"Greta-"

"Ssshh!" She shushes me.

"Hello, yeah I have something you want. But you have to give me what I want." She makes her demands through the phone. I can't help but wonder who she's talking to.

"I don't need your stupid money. You know what I want. You can keep your money if that's the price to pay for the info." She yells.

She starts pacing around.

"Look, I don't have time for this. I'll send you my location." She hangs up.

"Greta, who was that? Who do you want to hand me over to?"

She turns her phone to me. I notice a photo of me and a message below it.

"What the hell?" More and more confusion.

Is it Harry? Did he set me free just to have people hunt me down for fun?

A soft sob escapes as I think of how much I've through since I left Harry's.

"Oh c'mon!" Greta rolls her eyes.

I jump up from the chair and tackle her to the ground. The gun slides across the room and I scramble for it. My finger tips inches away from it, Greta wraps her arms around my neck and into a sleeper hold. She's surprisingly stronger than I thought.

I try to fight her off but she chokes the air out of me and prevents me from breathing. I fade to black...

LOUIS.

I run through the hospital entrance with Harry hot on my trail. We only just found out, which makes me question what kind of friends we are.

"Excuse me! My friend was brought here last night. Niall Horan?" I enquire desperately.

"Niall Horan.." The nurse mutters as she looks at her computer.

"Is he not here?" I impatiently ask.

"Would you please give me a second, sir?" She flashes an annoyed look then looks at her computer again.

"Right. Niall James Horan. Got involved in an accident last night.. I'm sorry. But you can't see him right now. He's stable but hasn't woken up yet." The nurse remorsefully informs us.

"But how did it happen?" Harry finally speaks.

"The storm was pretty ugly last night. Then someone ran a red light and collided with your friend's car." She calmly explains.

"Excuse me, doctor," she stops a doctor that was walking past us.

"These are friends of Niall Horan. They wanted to know if they could see him."

The doctor stops and she goes right back to work.

"Your friend is very lucky to be alive. No significant damage was done to him except for a serious concussion. Although, you can't see him at the moment, you're gonna have to wait." The doctor explains further.

"When can we see him?" Harry asks.

"When he wakes up. And I cant promise when that is. So I guess you'll just have to stick around." He pats me on the shoulder and walks away. Leaving us feeling more anxious.

"Fùck!" Harry curses.

"I know." I reply as we sit at the waiting area.

"I'm gonna go call Liam again." I leave Harry and walk to the outside.

"Hello?"

"Liam, where the fùck are you? I've been calling you all evening!"

"Relaaax. I have something I'm taking care of, for all of us."

"Wait are you drunk?"

"No I'm not drunk Louis. Just motivated."

I hear a familiar voice in the background.

"Hey is that Lacey? What the hell are you doing with her??"

"Calm down, I don't want your woman. But she wants the same thing as I. To get rid of the thorn on our side."

"Liam, you're talking crazy, put Lacey on."

Shuffling sounds are audible as he gives the phone to her.

"Lacey, where are you?"

"Babe! I'm so happy you called. I miiissss you!"

"Lacey you're drunk! What's going on? Why are you with Liam?"

"We're going to kill the bitch- the bitch that caused me all this pain!"

"No Lacey you can't do that. Listen to me. She's gone. Let it go. Besides, we need you here because Niall-"

"No baby! I need you here."

"Where are you?"

"Headed to the bridge babe."

"Lacey what bridge?"

Shuffling sounds accompanied by "Give me that!" are the only things I hear before the line goes dead.

"Fùck!" I shout after trying both their phones unsuccessfully.

Running a hand through my hair, I pace around thinking hard.

Bridge. Bridge.

"Holy Shìt!" It suddenly hits me.

Thankfully Harry and I came in separate cars. I ran towards the parking lot without thinking twice. I have to save my girl from herself.

***

ALLIE.

So I woke up to Liam's smug face. Turns out that he's the one who put a bounty on my head. Well who knew, who knew that the person I least expected to be caught up in this life would be the one to hand me over to him. Greta... I sincerely didn't see that coming.

She traded me for information on where to find Zayn. He's all she wanted. I doubt she took the money but who knows?

I don't know what hurts the most. The fact that people are always trying to hurt me, no wait, people are always hurting me or the fact that the people I consider more family than my own blood are doing the most to hurt me.

Lacey.

I watch her standing there. Unable to look me in the eye. Unable to tell me just how much she hates me. But she wants me gone. I don't blame her.

Liam.

The one person I never really got to understand. I don't understand his reasons.

We're at a bridge. It's late at night. Cars barely passing. My hands are tied behind my back. Goosebumps all over my skin. Not from fear, no. From the cold.

Liam walks up to me and cuts my wrists loose. My hands are free but I'm not.

Just then a familiar car stops nearby and Louis jumps out.

"Liam, please don't do this." He holds his hands up and walks slowly towards Lacey.

Liam plays around with his gun. Waving it at me playfully while his attention is on Louis.

Lacey runs into Louis' arms, nearly tripping over her own feet.

"You're too drunk babe," Louis softly tells her as he holds her close to him.

"I want her gone." Lacey slurs.

"I know but this isn't the way to do it. She was already gone. Out of our lives." Louis gives me a sympathetic look as he talks Lacey down.

"Oh for the love of God!" Liam rolls his eyes then cocks his gun.

"Walk!" He commands me.

I start walking back slowly with my hands up.

"Liam stop!" Louis yells.

"Keep going!" He instructs me.

I get to the edge and my lower back comes into contact with the railing. Making me stop suddenly. Does he want to make me jump?

"Liam please don't make her jump!" Louis begs.

"Make her!" Lacey shouts.

The sound of her voice, her intentions to hurt me, they both make me cry. She was my friend..

"Any last words?" Liam cynically asks.

"Did Harry make you do this?" That's the last thing I want to know.

"Harry? Fùck Harry! Does it even matter? God, why does everything have to be about fùcking Harry?" Liam shouts then aims the gun more steadily at me.

Every single cell in my body is shaking. I can feel my whole body shaking. This is the end. I can feel it.

"Liam wait!" Louis shouts. "I'll do it!"

Before Liam could say anything, Louis walks up to him and grabs his gun.

My heart is pounding louder. Faster.

Louis can't do this. He possibly can't do this.

"Louis?" I say his name between my sobs.

"I'm so sorry Dollface," his voice cracks. His hands are shaky.

Silence.

Then boom!

AN:

I don't know.. Should I just leave it at that..?
What if I ended the story here?
Why do you think Louis volunteered to shoot her? Talk to me as I make up my mind.
I love you all!