Nia

1d-through-your-eyes:

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Liam walked over to the boys and slung his arm around Niall. Niall carefully touched Liam’s hand and smiled at him. Louis and Harry smiled as a man walked over, camera in hand.
The crowd was screaming their names. The rush was crazy and their hearts were beating a hundred miles an hour.
“WE LOVE YOU!” They screamed loudly.
Management pushed the boys roughly into the car and they all laughed as they ended up piled on top of each other.
“Back home?” The driver said, his voice low.
“There’s only One Direction!” The boys yelled, slightly drunk.
The car sped down the freeway and the boys all sat, taking in the night. Liam tapped his legs and thought of Danielle’s face. The way she would smile when he opened the door and he couldn’t wait to take her into his arms again.
He looked over at Louis who was clearly thinking similar to him, about his girlfriend Eleanor.
The car slowly moved through the traffic lights, and as if in slow motion the cars beside it swerved away. Harry’s face turned a ghastly white and his eyes widened. Liam’s head snapped to see another car hurtling towards the side of their car.
Liam dived over Niall, protecting his almost brother. The impact jolted him to the side and made him painfully hit his head against the seat.
The car tipped and Liam yelled as it flipped over, increasingly faster.
When the motion finally halted he sat up, scanning over his four best friends, his four brothers, who lay motionless. Lifeless.
“Niall! Harry? Louis! Zayn! Wake up boys!”
Tears streamed freely down his face.
“Come on boys!” He tugged at Niall and stared at him, increasingly realising that his best friend was in fact gone.
Screams erupted from the distance and Liam’s breathing became rugged and shaky.
Harry moaned quietly from the side of him.
“HARRY!” He cried, grasping his hand. He pushed hard against his chest where a gash poured with gluggy, brown/red liquid.
“Don’t die on me, you can’t do this.” Liam’s voice eventually faded out and became sobs, “Don’t you dare die!”
Harry whispered quietly, rushing his words.
“Tell my family that I love them, give Gemma a kiss for me. Look after mum.”
“Harry!” Liam cried, “Please don’t give up!”
Harry took a deep, hollow breath and his hand slowly let go of Liam’s.
Liam removed his hand from the curly-haired boy’s chest and stared at the blood, his tears now mixing with the wet liquid.

Liam’s nails dug into the grass and stared ahead of him.
“4 boys, 4 brothers ripped away too soon.” He read aloud from the tombstone.
“I miss you boys.” He sobbed, his heart ripping into a million pieces.
“Niall…” He kissed two fingers and rested them against the boy’s name on the cold marble tombstone, “You were my baby brother. You were always there and I can’t believe you are gone.”
He placed Niall’s friendship bracelet in front of the headstone.
“Harry,” He laughed softly, “I miss you.. your smile, your curly hair… your jokes. I just miss you buddy.” He rested down Harry’s bracelet and moved to Louis.
“Louis, my older brother. I love you man. Hope you and the boys are having fun up there.”
He placed the bracelet on the wet grass.
“Zayn, I hope I was the perfect brother for you! I know you’ve always wanted one… I know I had 4 unbelievable ones, I’ll never forget you, Bradford boy.”
He gently stepped back and looked at the 4 bracelets that lay on the ground in front of the four headstones.
“I never thought I’d have to say goodbye. Not to you guys anyway. 5 boys, 1 dream…. One Direction.”
He turned away and walked into the sunset, his face wet with tears, his hands in Danielle’s as 4 boys smiled proudly from behind him. All hand’s resting on each other’s shoulders.