Scarlett (Sequel to What These Bruises Say)

Runaway, Empty and Niall Horan

IMPORTANT QUESTION: WHO WANTS NIALL AND SCAR TO FRICKLE FRACKLE?

Chapter idgaf I suck at remembering numbers

Niall's POV

I paced about the hallway, muttering profanities under my breath. Where had my Scarlett gone? The fun loving, obnoxious beauty I loved was gone and replaced with a -dare I say it- monster.

I don't understand why she wanted to die. All problems are fixable, she needs to realize that. The sheer image of her body crushed against the sidewalk made me shudder, thoughts of her dead brought back the memories of just hours ago when I believed her to be dead.

What was going to happen to her? She's unstable, unhappy, suicidal, everything that would send her back to England and in the wretched psychiatric ward. I refuse to send her there, it did nothing to help her. Plus, if she was sent back there I wouldn't see her for almost six months.

The guys were back in the lobby, waiting for my arrival but I just couldn't approach them after what just happened. Scarlett had tried to end it all again. What would I even tell them? How would I? Should I wait until we returned to the hotel or straight out inform them as I entered the lobby?

I struggled to even leave the hallway in which she was in. I couldn't fathom the thought of her actually dead when I came back. I kept an eye on her through the small window on the door. She hadn't noticed I was still here, pacing just as I was. She was tearing at her hair and clothes like some sort of animal, I thought I'd have to declaw her.

Even in a time like this, I still found her beautiful. I guess that's what love is. Temporary madness; like an erupting volcano. Those day of uncertainty, they disappear when she's near me, she makes my life worthwhile. It's like I can't go on without her. I can't live if living is without her. There's no song without her, everything is wrong without her.

I took one last glance into her room before traipsing down the long corridor, finding my way back to the lobby. All four heads snapped up as I entered the large waiting room, Harry was the first one up to shoot rapid fire questions. I calmed him down and approached the rest of the boys.

"How is she?" Liam asked tiredly. I rubbed my face and tugged at my fading hair.

I was so stuck on how to respond. Would she want me to tell them she tried to commit again?

"Niall." Zayn spoke, snapping me out of my unruly thoughts. "What happened in there?"

"Don't lie either, we heard her screaming, this hospital echos." Harry said, sitting back down in his previous spot.

I groaned, fighting an internal battle with myself. "She tried to kill herself."

"We know that, that's why we're in the hospital in the first place." Louis sighed, slouching in his seat with a grimace. He didn't look very comfortable.

"No, she tried to commit again." I all but whispered, watching as their faces contorted.

"She what?!" Louis exclaimed, exploding out of his chair. "Oh god, this is all my fault."

"It's no ones fault." Liam soothed. "Scarlett isn't in the right mindset, anything can trigger her."

I nodded. "Liam's right."

"What did she do?" Harry prodded further.

"I walked in just as she was falling forward out the window." I explained, shivering at the memory. Four sets of eyes widened drastically at my information. "I pulled her back inside and she just started screaming like some sort of banshee."