~ It Never Should've Been...Again? ~ Sequel to It Never Should've Been ~

~ Chapter 12 - Going To A Haven ~

Just as quickly as it all happened, the empty wheelchair was wheeled away and the body bag, it's contents making it heavy, was taken away.

I watched in silence, tears freely falling down my face.

Niall stood back up, pulling me with him and pulled me tightly to his chest, facing me away from everything.

He had a hand around my shoulders, keeping me tight and another hand holding my head to him.

I gripped his red polo and weeped into it, and I felt movment behind me and after I thought for a second, I realized all the other boys had come in and were surrounding me. It was a group hug. An amazing group hug.

Hands were rubbing my back, a someone had just lept onto Niall and I, so it was a three way hug.

Soon, I had stopped crying and I pulled back, wiping my eyes.

Niall's hands flew to my head and put a hand on either side of my face, "I-I," he sighed, "I don't know what else to say other than I can't believe that just happened."

I sniffled and nodded, "I can't either. She just, dropped. Dead," I whispered the last word.

"I know," he whispered, pushing matted hair away from my face, "I know."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and I felt Niall's warm lips gently touch my fore-head.

 I sniffled and looked around the stage. Everyone was hanging their head and some were giving me caring looks.

I wiped my eyes again and circled around and into the neast dressingroom that had been labeled 'Ellie Keddington' just for me.

I grabbed my purse and found a pair of yoga pants and a sweater shirt. A New York sweatshirt. From when I went with Jayda.

Tears immediatly sprang to my eyes again and they started pouring out of my eyes like a waterfall.

I changed my clothes, leaving the dress on the couch. I pulled my hair up into a high pony tail and slid aviators on my face, to hide my bloodshot eyes.

I stepped out of the dressing room, tearing down the sign with my name on it as I did.

Luckily, no one was outside the door, so I had a clean get away.

My feet carried me outside the arena and to the street where I flagged down a cab.

When one stopped, I slid in the back and the driver mumbled, "Where to, ma'am?"

I repeated an address and he nodded, pulling away from the curb and started down the street.

As we sped down the road, I tried controlling my tears and the driver looked in his rear-view mirror at me.

"Are you okay, ma'am?"

I wiped my eyes, "Yes, thank you for asking. Just saw something I didn't need to see."

The car faltered a little, "You weren't raped were you, ma'am?"

"No, no, no," I answered, "A friend just died."

"I send you my condolences, ma'am."

I sniffled, "Thank you."

We drove in silence for a little while before we arrived at my destination.

I got out and leaned by the driver door, handing over money for the cost. "Thank you, sir."

I walked away and he called after me, "Ma'am! This is way too much!"

"I know. Keep it."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Thank you ma'am! Bless you!"

I smiled and heard the car drive away. I kept walking and pulled a key out of my purse and entered the flat. Our flat. Jayda and I's flat. The one we shared whenever we traveled to the United States.

Our small kitchen still had the smoothie stain on the ceiling from a cooking mishap. There was still a hole in the wall behind the tv. Our rooms were still messy from when we grabbed whatever could fit in our suitcases when we went back to the UK.

I smiled at the little at the memories and shuffled back to my room. My bedroom that was still decorated from when I was little. The color of the walls was a bright pink and, well, everything else was pink.

I walked over to my twin sized bed and layed down in the dark, crying my eyes out.

It wasn't Haley's time. It wasn't Jayda's time either. And I had to see them both die.

I curled into a ball and my phone that was in my pocket started to ring. I quickly pulled myself together and answered, without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Ellie? Where are you?" It was Niall's concerned voice.

"Home," was the first thing that escaped my mouth.

"What? I thought the concert went well! Except for, well Haley, and I thought you would stay."

"No, no, no," I said, cutting him off, "Not home, home. I'm at a flat Jayda and I shared when we can to the US."

"Oh, god, okay. You scared me."

"Yeah," I said quietly.

There was silence for a few moments before Niall said, "Would you like me to come over?"

I thought for a minute and looked at my wrists, scabs forming from the other day. "Yeah. If you could."

"I'll be there as soon as I can."

I told him the address and said, "The front door is unlocked, okay?"

"Alright. Love you."

"Love you, too." I echoed and we hung up.

I put my phone on the bedside table and curled up again, waiting to hear the open and close of the front door.

I started humming some notes, to keep me busy and it barely seemed like a minute had passed when the front door opened and I rolled to a sitting position.

"Niall?"

I heard a small grunt and a shadowy figure fell in my room and I smiled, though he wouldn't be able to see it. "Hi."

Another quiet groan and I moved over in the bed, so he could climb in, which he did.

"Thanks for coming," I said and rolled into his chest and frowning. "You're like, squishy."

I shrugged and ignored it. I ran a hand up his neck and to his head, to thread my hand in his hair. I frowned again. That was not Niall's hair. I knew that hair. It was...

"Harry!"