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Ana's P.OV~
I sat on the couch across from Cassidy's bed, waiting for her to wake up. I'd give anything to have her walking around again, talking and laughing.
I missed my best friend tremendously.
That was such an understatement though. It's only been about four days since she's been here, but it already felt like a year. I really hoped she would wake up today.
Her hair was messily displayed around her head on the pillow. I loved how good her hair looked, even when she hadn't done anything to it. I walked over to her, looking at the C necklace hanging around her neck. I smiled as I held it between my fingers, thinking about how far her and Niall had come since he gave this to her.
I smiled weakly at her, twisting one of her curls around my finger. "Wake up," I whispered.
Of course, nothing happened. A tear made it's way down my face as I repeated myself over and over again, "Please, just wake up."
I jumped when Harry and Niall walked in behind me. I quickly wiped my eyes, going over to hug Harry for comfort. He rubbed my back, "Nothing yet?"
"She hasn't moved," I answered.
Harry hugged me tightly as we watched Niall walk back over to the bed. He twirled her hair around his finger before admiring her face for a moment. He smiled at her, kissing her quickly on the lips. I missed her, but I knew Niall was missing her tremendously.
"I miss her so much," Niall sighed, caressing her face.
"Do you want to go down to the grocery store and see if they have surveillance footage of the accident?" Harry asked him. Niall nodded.
"Yeah, let's go ahead and get that out of the way." Niall answered, heading toward the door.
I walked back over to Cassidy, sliding my bracelet that said Stay Confident off of my wrist and onto hers. I smiled, then pulled out my phone to text Perrie and see if she could come to the hospital to spend time with me. Luckily, she said yes and I sat back down on the couch, awaiting her arrival.
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Niall's P.O.V~
As Harry and I arrived at the grocery store, we rushed inside, hoping to find out some real information about what had happened a few days ago. It hurt for me to even come back here, knowing I'd never forget to get the image of Cassidy's body laying on the floor out of my head.
Once inside the store, I went to the cashier and asked her where we could find the manager. She pointed down the hallway and gave me directions. I thanked her and Harry followed me as we came to the door labeled 'Store Manager'.
Harry opened the door, ushering me inside. A guy sitting at his desk looked up at us. He didn't look very old, maybe in his mid-thirties, "How may I help you, gentleman?"
"We're here about the incident that occurred a few days ago. We were wanting to know if you could show us your security footage of the cameras on September 7th." Harry told the man as we sat down, "For us to win our case, we have to have as much evidence as possible."
I mentally applauded Harry for how formal he was being. The man nodded, "I'm still terribly sorry to hear about Ms. Morgan. You may see the video footage. Let the guy next door know if he can help you in any way. His name is Phil."
"Thank you," I told him as we walked next door.
The room next door was filled with computers, all showing different camera angles and views of the grocery store from the inside and outside. Three guys were sitting in front of them talking amongst themselves when they noticed us come in.
"Hello," The guy on the right said.
"Hi, are you Phil?" I asked, but the guy on the left raised his hand.
"Thank you Mr. Thompson" I said and we walked out to the door to the right.
"That's me fellas, whatcha need?" A guy in a red t-shirt and khakis said. His curly black hair resembled Harry's from when he was sixteen and he had thick black rimmed glasses.
"Can you show us all the tapes of the outside and inside from September 7th around 11 AM? My girlfriend was stabbed in here that day, as you probably know." I told him and the guy in the middle gasped.
"Oh my! You're the boy that wouldn't let her go after it!" He said, surprised to recognize me, "I'm so sorry about her! I meant to say something, but I just couldn't find the words..."
"It's okay. Hopefully everything will be fine and she'll be okay, but if we plan on making sure this doesn't happen again, we have to see the video footage from that day."
They all nodded and turned to their computers, starting to type things in. The man on the right turned to me, "Okay, so this is all of our entrances to the building around 11. Why don't you both try watching for a moment and see if you see anything suspicious."
I nodded, moving closer to the screen. I watched, making note of any details or figures that I thought would be Mia.
"There!" Harry yelled, "Rewind it a bit!"
The man rewinded the footage and Harry pointed to Camera 4's screen. As if on cue, a person wearing a black hoodie walked into the store, blonde hair flowing gracefully behind her. It had to be Mia. There was no way it could be anyone else. Seeing her made my blood boil. That bitch stabbed my girlfriend. I tried to calm down a little.
"Do these things have audio?" I asked.
"Sadly, no" he answered, "we were supposed to be getting new cameras that could, but these don't."
"Speed it up to when she was leaving," Harry told them, "We need to see if she was driving or walking."
The man sped up the footage until we saw Mia run out of the store. He yelled over to Phil, "Turn your camera to 11:28 am!"
Phil typed the information into his computer and more footage popped up. We saw Mia run out of the store. She looked both ways before running into the parking lot and jumping into the passenger seat of a black SUV. On the instant that her door shut, the SUV was put into reverse and drove away quickly, but not before I told Phil to pause the camera.
"Go back to the driver," I told him, "I thought I saw a glimpse of the driver."
He backed the image up by seconds, continuing to click until the best image of the driver's face was shown. Within seconds, my face was twisted in confusion, but quickly turned to anger. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"I should have known!" I yelled, slamming my fist on the table.
"Niall, who is that?" Harry asked, continuing to look at the camera, confused. I gritted my teeth before turning to him to answer.
Mark.
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Perrie's P.O.V~
Once I made it to the hospital, Ana was already halfway asleep on the couch. I looked over at Cassidy, who was still unconscious. The doctor said today or tomorrow, so why not today?
I decided not to wake Ana, so I sat my gift down on the table quietly. I had bought Cassidy a "Get Well Soon" teddy bear and some balloons. I knew she would be happy to see it when she woke up.
Niall stormed into the room suddenly before realizing that Ana was asleep. I could tell her was angry and Harry went over to Ana, shaking her lightly.
"What happened?" I asked him.
His jaw clenched, "The store let us see the surveillance footage, so we would have proof that it was Mia that stabbed her."
"That's good, right?" I asked, "It was her?"
Harry nodded, "Yeah, but I think he's more upset about who her getaway driver was."
I turned to Niall, "Who was her getaway driver?"
"Mark."
Ana's eyes widened, suddenly fully awake, "You can't be serious! They're working together?"
"Yeah," Niall sighed, "This is all just ridiculous."
Suddenly, the door to the room opened. I expected a nurse to walk in, but it was a woman I had never seen before in her late thirties with frazzled hair. She looked familiar, but I was pretty sure I had never seen her before. Niall looked almost as puzzled as I did about who she was or why she was here.
I was no longer curious, however, when I noticed the surprised expression on Ana's face.
"Mrs. Morgan?"
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~Cassidy:)