Beep
Beep....
I groan loud but slap my hand over the snooze button. It's eight in the morning, and I couldn't sleep last night for a few reasons.
One: Louis and Marcel had sex, again. And they were screaming at eachother.
Two: My poor baby Niall had a nightmare, then got sick.
Niall is asleep now, so I decide to go on another jog. I'm sorta hoping Zayn doesn't show up, because of what happened with him and Marcel. I slip a shirt over my head, along with a thin jacket. Then I slip on some running shorts. Once again I glance at my sick sleepy boy.
I tip toe to the door, then look out the peep hole, and don't see Zayn. I blew a quick kiss to Nialler, then left. Once outside I run into Marcel. Marcel?
"Hey." I say, unraveling my ear buds.
"Are you running?"
"Nah, just getting some breakfast stuff for Lou." He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"Oh is he too tired to go himself?" I ask, looking at his tanktop.
"Eh yea." He said walking in front of me, then I saw a few scratch marks.
"You might want this jacket." I chuckled.
"Wh- oh okay." He blushed.
He got into his car, while I started down the sidewalk, I jammed to Maroon 5. I mumbled the words as I pass the familiar shops, suddenly Sleeping with Sirens starts, so I air drum as I go along.
I lose track of where my feet went, I hear a honk then a sharp pain on my back. I fall back onto the sidewalk screaming. Nobody is around, so I lay there unable to move and if I did, my back would hurt so bad I would scream and cry out.
I don't know how long I lay there, but I hear the faint noise of Marcel yelling my name. My vision is fuzzy and my head is spinning, I lift my hand up.
He crouched next to me, I see him pull out his phone, and call 999. I murmur Nialls name, then everything gets painful. After thirty seconds of thrashing I see darkness.
