Live. Love. Play. (GB)

Worry

Gareth rapped the floor gently, trying to look for the switch that opened it. "Open... Come on, open. My children are in there... Open!"

"Gareth... I don't think they're here." Cris said, softly, tears filling his eyes as he thought of his children.

"Shut up."

"Gareth, list-"

"Seriously, shut up! Listen." Gareth said, putting a finger to his lips and pointing at the floor.

"Voices." Emma said in relief, rushing to her husband in joy. "They're down there."

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"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock." Gerard smirked at the scared faces in front of him. "One of you goes to the croc!" Cristina looked desperately at the still unconscious Milan. "Will it be the whore of Aviero?" Gerard mused. "Or the bitches of the two Bales?" Gerard turned to look at the tears in Christina's eyes as she looked at Milan. "What's wrong, Aviero?" Gerard said, his hand stroking her cheek, making her flinch. An epiphany dawned on his face as he looked carefully from the unconscious Milan to Cristina. "You love him..."

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The floor came open to reveal stairs, making Gareth move slowly down them.

"We have to move softly, guys."

"Anything for my babies." Cris said, determination entering his face.

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Milan opened his eyes groggily, looking at the surroundings carefully, wishing all he saw was a mere nightmare.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Gerard's smug voice made him close his eyes. Wasn't a nightmare. "Did you miss your Dada?" Gerard cooed snidely at the furious 20 year old.

"Where's my mother?"

"Dead in a gutter." Gerard smirked, making tears fill Milan's eyes as he started shaking violently. "Just a joke, mi amor!" Gerard laughed, making Milan breathe a sigh of relief before looking at him loathingly. "She's... Somewhere. But never mind that. You have a marriage to attend! Both yours... And your parents'."

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Christina shook as Gerard stood both her and Cris up. Her eyes took in the surroundings of gloom that were covered clumsily with colours. The lights shown a white strip in the middle. An Aisle. On the end of it stood Kira and Alba, leaning heavily on Liam's arms, who had tears in his eyes as Gerard stood next to Milan who had his head bowed. Gerard dragged Junior to the top of the podium, stuffing a paper in his hand. Junior's hands shook as he read the crumpled paper in his hand.

"Today, we are here to join 4 hearts in holy matrimony. Today we are here for the marriage of Gerard Piqué to Shakira Mebarak and Milan Piqué Mebarak's to..." Cris stuttered. "Alba Violet Bale."

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Gareth walked slowly down the stairs, frowning at the colourful paper covering the coal black walls. The shaking familiar voice was interrupted with a horribly familiar one.

"Should've known you'll be here, Bale." Gerard smirked. "Hello, Gareth."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!!

What up you guys, it's Anoushka all over again! So, I've written this to tell you I love you! And that I do read each one of your comments, even if I can't reply to all of them. And guys, this chapter is actually an answer to TANZY_wuvesmoi when she asked if Gerard would take Kira's life. Guys, I only have one answer.

It's so easy to die when you know you'll live in someone's memory. It's so tough to live if you know you are dead in someone's heart.