Chapter 12

                                    

                                          
Nothing's happened. Its been three weeks, and nothing, and I mean no one has died. So, maybe that's a good thing. Right now Liam, Harry, Louis, Brianna and I are all in the living room having an important meeting...On my wellbeing. They all think (well, everyone but Brianna) that I am going crazy.
                          
Harry and Louis are still 'fighting' but they agree that I'm going crazy. Brianna says its stress, Liam says there's no way in hell this is from stress, Harry is quiet and Louis says 'maybe he like hit his head.' but his eyes say 'Niall's gone crazy lets' kill him now while we still have the chance'.   
                          
"So, Niall.... How are you feeling?'' Liam asks like he's talking to a little kid. "M' good." I shrug. "What are you thinking?" He asks, yet again in the child tone. "Thinking?" comes my reply. "Yea, what's going through your head?" Liam says giving me a warm smile. I look at my hands. What am I thinking? Yea I'm thinking about how Louis wants me dead with the look he's giving me but still, I cant say that and not start an argument.
                          
"I'm thinking about Brianna." I say looking at her. Brianna pales. "What?" She asks. "I'm thinking about you and the rusty nail in your wrist." I say. Brianna looks around then down to her wrist. "I-I cant tell you.. You'd leave me. You'd all just walk away." She says. "How do you know? We aren't like that." Liam says. "Because, sooner or later you will leave. Everyone always... leaves." Brianna says.
                          
"We aren't everyone." Harry says, tears in his eyes. Then I realize he isn't looking at Brianna but Louis. "We never leave the ones we love." Harry finishes. Louis isn't looking at him, he's looking at his hands. "But then you die, and everything you did for someone is forgotten." Louis growls.
                          
Wow. He's still really mad at Harry. But why? Its Harry who should be mad at Louis.. I mean Louis is the one who blamed Harry for killing Hailey. I look at the two. They truly loved each other. I could see it in their eyes. Hell, I can still see it. Just they're too blind to see it.
                          
I look around wishing I could escape this awkward situation. But then, Liam starts talking again. "Also, we have to figure out the thing about this killer." He says. "Why?" Louis scoffs. "Because three people are dead." Liam states. "So?" Louis asks. I look at him. He doesn't care that there's a killer on the loose? Or maybe... He is the killer.