In celebration of the great show and the start of the tour, the boys got a suite to stay in that night.  The next morning you awake to a pleasant scent coming through the half-open doorway.  Harry.  You hop excitedly out of bed and throw on a robe that was hanging on the door handle before rushing out.  You walk quietly down the hall so you don't wake up the other boys in the rooms lining it.  The smell of bacon comes to your nostrils and you quicken your pace.  

"Good morning!" Harry says in his British accent.  

You giggle, taking a seat at the table.  "Good morning Harry.  Are you the only one up?"

"No," Harry says as he flips a pancake.  "Niall's awake, too." 

"Where is he?"

"I sent him to buy some more eggs," Harry explains.  "Can't have breakfast without 'em!"          

"No...I guess not," you say. 

"Tea?" Harry asks, setting a cup on the table.

"Oh, no thank you," you say.

Harry only smiles and shrugs, then turns back to the stove. 

"You seem to be in a good mood," you tell him.

"I am!" Harry says proudly.  "The show last night was so amazing!"

"Sure was," Zayn says.  He walks grogily into the kitchen and falls into a chair.  "Can't believe we're back on tour."

Suddenly Louis comes into the kitchen too, yawning loudly.  "Me either!" he says.  "Did you hear the crowd's reaction when Zayn's solo came?"

"Yeah!" Harry says.  "That was just amazing."

Harry sets a cup of tea next to Louis and he instantly picks it up and takes a sip.

"What are we talking about?" Liam asks as he walks in.  

"Last night," Zayn replies.  "It was sick!"

"It definitely was," Liam says.  "I almost can't believe the turnout."

"I'm so happy we're doing this again," Harry says.  "I just love it so much, you know?"

"Yeah, and we have a hundred more to go!" Louis shouts.

"Yeah, it's going to absolutely amazing," says Liam.  "Can't wait!"

The only sound in the room for the next ten seconds was Louis softly sipping his tea, the sizzle on the stove, and Zayn yawning once. 

"Where's Niall...?" Liam finally asks.

"I sent him to get some eggs," Harry says.  "But I guess we'll have to start eating without him."

With everyone seated at the table, Harry places the pans down as well as plates that get passed around quickly.  Before you know it, there's food on all of them and it's getting eaten without any eggs. 

Forty-five minutes pass.  Harry is still cleaning up in the kitchen, Louis and Zayn are playing some video games, and you're sitting on the couch reading a book.  Your eyes move to Liam who has been staring out of the window for at least five minutes straight.

"Where is he...?" he whispers.

"Who?" you ask.

"Niall!" Liam replies, spinning around.  "He's been gone for about an hour now!  It doesn't take that long to get some eggs.  I'm afraid something might have happened to him."

"Calm down, Liam!" Louis says, not taking his eyes fom the television.  "Come play with us!"

"I'm serious!" Liam says.  "What if he got into a car accident?"

Just then, Harry comes in from the kitchen.  "I'm sure he's fine," he says.  "Maybe he just ran into some fans.  He's probably just being the Niall we all know and love and taking pictures with every one of them."

"Yeah..." Liam says with a sigh.  "You're probably right.  I just can't help myself from worrying about him.  He's like a little brother to me."

"Me too," Zayn says.  "But like Hary says, I bet he's fine.  You could always call him."

"Yes!" Liam says, taking his phone from his pocket. 

He dials the number quickly and you can hear it ringing.  And ringing.  And ringing.

"He's not picking up," Liam says impatiently.  

"Relax," Louis says.  "His volume is probably just all the way down or somethin'."

"Yeah," Liam says, hanging up.  "That's it."

When another half an hour passes with still no word from him, everyone starts to get worried but are too afraid to admit it.  Liam has stopped talking about it, but with the way his eyebrows are drawn together and how he keeps glancing at the window, you can tell he's clearly afraid.  All of a sudden, there is a loud banging at the door that makes everyone jump. 

"Niall's here!" Zayn shouts.

"I've got it!" Liam says, rushing at the door.

The door swings open, but Niall isn't standing there.  It's a policeman dressed in his full uniform.

"Are you...Liam Payne?" he asks sternly.

"Y...yes," Liam answers.  "Did I...do somethihng wrong?"

"No," the officer quickly says.  "Do you know of a man named Niall Horan?"

"Yes, he's um...he's my friend."

"A call came through to his phone a half an hour ago with your name.  Did you call him?"

"Yes," Liam answers.  "He's been gone for quite some time now and I was getting worried about him.  But...why were you with him?  What's going on?"

"Sir," the officer begins, resting a hand on Liam's shoulder.  "Your friend, Niall...he's...he's dead."

____________________________________________

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading!  Please vote, add, share, and follow me if you enjoyed!  Also, please comment with your honest opinion and thoughts on the chapter!  What did you think of it?  Be sure to let me know! 

Yes...the tragedy that I was talking about has happened!  Niall is dead!  But don't be scared quite yet.  The next chapter will be posted AFTER Thanksgiving so keep your eyes peeled!  Happy Thanksgiving!