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Niall's Perspective

I sat in the waiting room, just outside the corridor Morgan's room was in. I was trying my best not to cry, but I couldn't help but let many tears fall from my eyes. I noticed all of the other boys crying too, or at least trying not to cry. Their faces were red like my own, and they held a tissue in their hands. It's sad to think that the girl I'm in love with and brought happiness to all of our lives, is dead.

"Um, Mr Horan?" A nurse says, entering the small waiting room that held only us five boys. Her eyes glazed over with tears, as if she were sad about the news that waited for me. Sadness flashed across her face as her facial expressions soften. I clear my throat, wiping my tears away with my hand to restrict myself from looking weak or pathetic.

"Yes?" I ask, my voice all stuffy and low. That's what happens when you cry a river over a girl, your nose and throat get stuffy and it's hard to breathe.

"I'm sorry to inform you that Morgan has unfortunately passed away," the nurse whispers, clutching her clipboard in her hands. Hearing the words broke me even more, causing my knees to buckle from underneath me. I fell to the floor, tears now escaping my eyes. I knew this was coming, but I had some type of hope in me that she'd fight, for me. Unfortunately, she's gone. I began to sob.

"Niall? Niall. Get up, come on!"

My eyes pop open, wondering what was happening. I see the familiar, beautiful girl I had come to know well hovering over me, an irritated look crossed over her expressions. I gasp, realizing it was all a dream, and Morgan was very well alive and healthy. I let a smile form on my lips as I wrap my arms around Morgan's shoulders, causing her to collapse onto the bed.

"Um, Niall?" She says, struggling to break free from my tight grip. I wouldn't let her go, I couldn't. It'd be my fault if anything were to happen to her, therefore I must never let her go.

I take a deep breath, sniffling the tiniest bit as I stare at the girl, "Yes?"

"What's wrong?" she questions, her thumb reaching up to wipe a tear from my cheek. I shakily smile at her, "It seemed so real, Morgan. So real."

"What seemed so real?"

"The dream I had." My eyes study her face. I notice her glimmering brown eyes, her small nose with light freckles scattered across her, and her smooth skin with only a few pimples. She was perfect. "Can you please, please promise never to leave me?"

She looked sad for a moment, but she hid her emotions with a small, forced smile. "As much as I like your humour, and our share of love for food, I'm going to have to leave when you free me from captivity in three months."

"No, Morgan. Please, don't. Don't leave me," I whisper, images of her lifeless, blood stained body in my arms from my dream flashing across my mind. "Please."

Her eyes fell onto my lips, but quickly advert back up to my blue eyes.

"Okay Niall, I won't."

A FEW DAYS AFTER
LOUIS' POV

Over the past couple of days, I've been watching Niall. Of course, not in a creepy way. I've been observing him, I suppose. Within those couple of days, I've picked up on something. I noticed Niall looked at Morgan a lot. Not like some simple glance, but a loving look. I realized that Niall totally likes Morgan. With a proud smile on my face, I walk to the fridge. I figured out the puzzle, therefore I shall reward myself with a delicious, orange carrot.

"Louis?" I hear the Irish boy I was just thinking about call. With the tip of the carrot between my teeth, I turn around to face the boy. I bite down on the carrot while replying, "Yeah?"

"Can I get some food?" He asks, pointing to the fridge that I was currently blocking. I nod slowly, sliding out of the way so he could fulfill his hungry needs. Niall smiled, and nearly dived for the fridge as if it were a swimming pool. I shook my head, the things he does for food.

"Where's Morgan?" I question, leaning up against the counter while eating my carrot.

"Upstairs," he replies instantly. I raise an eyebrow, but I don't question him. I step out of the kitchen, and slowly wander towards Niall and Morgan's room. Honestly, we put her in there because Niall has the largest room, closet and bed. But, in my mind, I wanted them in the same room because personally, I ship them harder than a rock. They'd make the cutest couple, and they'd have a great ship name.

Norgan, Miall - I'm still thinking about their ship name, honestly.

I approached their door, and quickly knocked before opening it. I spotted Morgan on the bed with a book placed gently in her hands.

"Yes?" She asked, looking up at me.

"Do you know why Niall keeps having an eye out for you?" I question, stepping into the room.

"No, not really, besides the fact he was crying when I woke him up, then hugged me, and told me to never leave him," she saids, squinting her eyes.

"It's true love!" I say, pretending to wipe away tears underneath my eyes.

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MORGAN'S POV

"Cause the party don't start til' I walk in!" Louis yells, walking into the living room where everyone was seated. There wasn't much room for Louis to sit down, but there was the tiniest space between Zayn and Liam. There was absolutely no space between Harry, Niall and I, as for we're pressed up against each other one a couch that's made for two.

"Guys, I'm completely squished," I mutter, wiggling forward so I could have some room to breathe. Niall tilts his head, staring down at me with a small smile on his lips.

"Well, you could sit on my lap if it makes you feel better," Harry smirks. I stare at him for a moment, before shrugging.

"I suppose it's better than nothing," I mumble, getting up from my spot only to set myself on top of Harry. I notice Niall's lips falling to a frown, and his eyes quickly adverting away from me. I shake my head, it's probably no big deal.

"This movie is lame," Harry cries, motioning his hand toward the television which currently played Toy Story 3.

"Yes, it is." Louis grabbed the remote, quickly turning it off only to pick some other movie. I notice Liam pouting, crossing his arms over his chest like a stubborn child. "I was enjoying that movie, thank you."

We all ignore him as we stare at the screen, anxiously waiting to see what movie we'd watch next. My stomach drops as I see the movie Louis clicked on.

"No, not this movie!" I yell, shielding my eyes as Louis played Paranormal Activity. I did not like horror films. Them and I do not mix, at all.

-

"Morgan, it's over," I hear Harry tell me. I open my eyes, removing my face from Harry's shoulder, only to see that Niall was the only other person in the room. I frown, where'd they go?

"Well, goodnight." Niall stands up with a bratty look on his face, sending a short glare in Harry's direction. Then, he walks out of the room with a bit of an attitude added onto his steps.

"Are you going with Niall?" Harry asks me in a low whisper.

"Well, I have nowhere else to sleep," I say. Harry nods, and I climb off his lap. We smile, and say our goodnights before walking separate ways. I walk up to Niall's room, suddenly feeling pretty sleepy, mixed in with some fright leftover from the movie.

I push open Niall's door, my eye catching his hunched frame on the edge of the bed.

"Niall?"

"Yeah?" he asked, his chin lifting up so his eyes could meet mine. I take a deep breath, looking away from his blue eyes. "Could I borrow some clothes?"

He nods, standing up, walking over to his closet. I impatiently wait for his clothes, wanting to escape from my uncomfortable clothes. He comes back seconds later, with some light grey sweatpants and a black shirt. I smile, and head to the bathroom to change. Once I change, I quickly tie my hair up in a messy bun, then brush my teeth with a toothbrush I saw in a package. I also took off my bra, as for it was extremely uncomfortable. And, the shirt was loose enough so you wouldn't see anything.

I walk back into Niall's room, plopping myself on my side of the bed. I turn my body so it's facing Niall. I smile warmly at him.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, princess."

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