Where You Are

Chapter 1 Part 1 The Hitman

~Niall~

I step carefully off the lift, putting the diaper bags beside the door and pulling the two passenger stroller out from behind me. The dark, unfamiliar hall smelled of cigarettes and rubbing alcohol, peculiar. Flat 33C was what I was here for.

The flat was second on the left, and I could practically smell the cocaine in this place. Absolutely no place for newborns, but there was no one to watch the boys. I look over at the stroller, Ethan and Elijah are sound asleep, thank God. I knock three times just like the note says. The door opens after a few seconds and there's a burly Frenchman with a pony tail glaring at me.

"Who the hell are you," the guy asked, his voice obviously riddled with cigarettes.

"I am Niall Horan, looking for a Mr. Donahue." I looked around in the open flat behind him. "Is he in?"

"That's me." He relaxed a bit, crossing his bulky arms opening the door a little more.

"As you may have guessed I-" My sentence was cut off by the sound of glass breaking followed by a high pitched girly scream all coming from the inside of the flat.

"Oh shit. Marrilyn are you okay?" The man yelled behind him.

"Oh yes, sorry, I just, my hand slipped and spilled your shake everywhere on the counter!" A polite sounding woman replied from an area in the apartment.

"That's okay honey! Anyways back to what you were saying."

"I have a job for you Mr. Donahue."

He grinned at this, "I'm listening."

"Do you know a man by the code name of Shavvy?"

"Can't say I do." Mr. Donahue peeked into the stroller, smiling a bit when Elijah opened his little blue eyes.

"He kidnapped my wife, and the," Niall covered Ethan and Elijah' s little ears, "bastard," he uncovered the boy's ears, "sent me a video of him doing things to her." Niall took a deep breath as he began to speak again. "Violette, my wife, she was either unconscious or… or somebody drugged her, I'm not sure but she was unresponsive when he…" Niall trailed off, sighing.

"I see, I can't help you." Mr. Donahue slammed the door, awakening Ethan, both twins screaming.

Niall hesitated before knocking on the door again, Mr. Donahue was his last hope. With a tear in his eye, he knocked again, yelling, "Please! You're my only hope! Please?"

~Gerard Donahue~

"Please! You're my only hope! Please?"

I walk to the red couch in Marrilyn' s house, not sitting, my head pounding from a gargantuan hangover.

Niall's ear drum assaulting screams are going to wake up the entire building.

"You should really go talk to him, Gee."

"Oh Marrilyn. I can never say no to you. But he's asking me to kill Shavvy." I whisper the last part. Brad Shauvner (Shavvy) is her ex husband, the father of her little boy.

"Oh goodness what about Shavvy?" Marrilyn looks concerned, my hand reaches up to smoother the crinkles her forehead makes when she is upset.

Niall knocks again, and a baby screams.

"Does he have a baby with him?"

"Two actually."

"Oh gosh Gerard you left him out there with two babies, go on let him in!" Marrilyn scolded me as she scurried into the kitchen.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"No I'm not, but there's time to think, and talk to Benton, you know how his relationship is with his father." She yelled from the kitchen. "Honey come on just let the damn man in already!"

"Okay okay."

~Niall~

I hear the door handle jiggle a bit, granting me new hope. The door opens in the process of me bottle feeding Elijah.

"Come in." Mr. Donahue says, glaring at me.

"Thank you." I push the large stroller into the room, going back out to grab the over sized diaper bag.

"Aw. You have children?" The woman I am guessing is Marrilyn asks me reaching her arms into the stroller to lift Ethan.

"Yes I do." I close the door behind me.

"What's these little cuties names?" Marrilyn feels Ethan's nappy, checking its fullness.

"You are holding Ethan James Horan, and this," I set Elijah in the stroller, "Is Elijah Greg Horan."

"Gorgeous names. How old are they?" Marrilyn gushes.

"They're about 7 weeks." As soon as I set Elijah in the stroller, he starts screaming so I pick him up again. "Uh, Mr. Donahue-"

"Please, Gerard."

"Alright, Gerard," I say timidly.

"How long ago do you believe the video was taken?" Gerard speaks up from the couch in the center of the large honey coloured living room.

"Well, she was taken when we were the hospital. And I got the video a month ago, so within that time, I'm guessing." I hand Marrilyn, Ethan's bottle, and she gets up to microwave it.