3 days later (Payne residence)

“Liam her hand goes in the shirt like this” Dani rolls her eyes at her petulant boyfriend and puts the screaming baby’s arm through the soft fabric of the shirt. I laugh, seeing Liam put on his daddy pants has been a hilarious experience. Also seeing him protect the baby from the bombarding paparazzi’s 24/7 is a little scary, we’re trying to keep the public eye away from little Ella as long as we can. Besides all the talk of the new baby spreading across the globe, Ella is doing spectacular she’s beyond perfect. I try to stay around as much as I can to help out, I’ve been spending nights with Dani when her mom goes home and Liam is too tired from band stuff to function.

“ Give me my goddaughter please” Harry whines and takes the infant from Liam; I smile down and stir the tomato soup on the stove in front of me.

“Nina please go, Wyatt is waiting” Dani comes up and pushes me away from the burner. I grunt I know I should be going but I really am trying to prolong it. I want to see my parents London home but I don’t want to at the same time. It’s like a thorn in your side, you know you should just take it out and be done with it, but you also know its going to hurt. I know I should go see the home and get it over with but I know it’s going to cause hurt to my brother and me.

“Okay, okay” I put my hands up, “I’m leaving”

“FinALLY” Louis shouts startling the new baby, and earning him a smack from Liam and Eleanor.

Harry gives the crying child to her mother; I walk over to him, butterflies forming in my stomach as I reach his body.

“Hey beautiful” He pulls at my hips until his chest is at mine.

I take a deep breath, I want him to come with me but I know it’s something I have to do on my own. So I wrap my arms around him bringing him in even closer.

“Everything is going to be okay, I love you so much” He whispers into my ear, I smile and breath in, he smells of some high end cologne. I feel his grip tighten around me.

“Okay, I can do this” I lean back and look at him, his arms still wrapped around me, he swoops his head in for a kiss, I knot my hands in his hair.

“Go” Harry whines and pushes me away

I smile at him seductively before exiting the room. That man has a surprise coming his way.

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“ Are you sure you want to do this?” I take a deep breath before looking at Wyatt. He seems more nervous than myself, fiddling with his thumbs.

He smiles coy and opens his door. I do the same. We come face to face with a walk up town house; embroidered with white stone like something you would find in New York, it’s absolutely stunning. I hand Wyatt the key.

“No, you open it” He mumbles and hides his hands in his black trench coat.

I close my eyes briefly before pushing the key into the door and twisting.

It creaks as we step through the threshold.

Everything is covered in white fabric. The house seems old, dust capturing every corner.

“Where should we start?” Wyatt puts his hand around my shoulder.

I shake my head; I don’t know what to do. I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for this is all too overwhelming.

“Let’s split up and find out how big this house is” I turn to him, he has pain engraved on his face. I frown; being in this house is like being in a morgue the atmosphere is cold and dark.

He nods his head and walks into what, I think is to be an office. I take out my phone and notice all the texts from Harry asking me if I’m okay. I can’t bring myself to respond so I turn off the phone.

I look around trying to think of where I should start. I think the best place would be upstairs. I walk up the creaky stairway and am met with three rooms. I turn left into the master bedroom.

It’s beautiful there isn’t any white tarp’s anywhere and it’s almost like someone lived here yesterday. The room is filled with light from the huge bay window; the bed is furnished with a crème duvet and fuzzy white blankets. I look to the bedside tables, on them are three photos, a picture of myself when I was young maybe about 5 or 6 then there is a picture of a small boy smiling, I flip the frame over and it reads “Wyatt Vinci, age 3”

I feel my breath shortening as tears prick my eyes. The third picture is one of me and my two parents on the beach in California, I’m frustrated why did they have to leave so early in my life and who are these people that took them from me. Why did they give up Wyatt but not me?

Tears run down my face as I walk into the walk-in closet, clothes and boxes fill the aisle. I sit down and cross my leg; I extend my arm and pull close to me a sealed box. Time to go through things..

I open it and to my luck I’m bombarded with pictures, hundreds of pictures all thrown into this box. I sigh and pick out a handful.

I go through picture of me, Wyatt and my grandparents, great grandparents and people I don’t even know. I start putting them in order of year I think they were taken, before I was born after I was born, before Wyatt and so on.

I come across a photo of my parents on their wedding day, they’re happy both smiling up at each other they were in love. I smile and a tear runs down my cheek. I sniffle and carefully place it into my pocket.

Come on Nina keep it together, I shuffle through a few more photos.


Something nudges my shoulder; I moan and open my eyes shit I fell asleep… I wake up abruptly and the room is dark with one lamp lighting up the corner. Wyatt hovers over me with tear stained cheeks.

“What time is it?” I rub my eyes

“3:03 am” He looks at his watch, shit Harry is going to kill me.

“I fell asleep too” He reveals, he looks like shit, I mean I look pretty bad too but he looks ruined…

“Wyatt… What’s wrong?”

“They knew” He sniffles “They knew they were going to die they knew they weren’t going home with you that day at the beach” He collapses down beside me, taking out an opened letter from his pocket and handing it to me.


I’ve never cried so much in my life, Wyatt tries to keep me calm as we pull back up to the boys’ apartments but him himself is also having a hard time keeping contained. I re read the lines from the letter over and over in my head



I’ve never been so frustrated and confused in my life, my emotions are all fucked up everything I know in life is a lie, why did they give up Wyatt why did they have to die, what is this double life they lived?

“Nina, we have to go in” I realize we’ve been parked outside the building for 15 minute’s while a gather my thoughts.

I try to hide the fact I’ve cried for the past 3 hours before I open Harry’s door.

All the lights are on, and he sits in the corner frantically texting worry sketched into his face. I see everyone else in the same state.

“Hi” I croak. His face shoots up and relief washes over him.

I try to keep it together I really do but I cant, a new set of tears start tracing my cheeks. It’s seems he was going to get mad at me till I started crying. Everyone remains silent as Harry makes his way over to me practically running.

He engulfs me into a huge hug and I wrap my arms around his neck tight, griping him close. He rubs my back as I cry into the gap in his neck. He whispers in my ear “Baby, baby, baby” “What’s wrong my love”

I sob harder, and I see everyone slowly retreating out the door, Wyatt included. I don’t care I just wanted Harry.

“I need you,” I whisper back I choke on the tears and stutter my words

“I need you to stay with me” I feel his neck getting wet from me.

“I’m not going anywhere” He hugs me tighter “I’m not going anywhere ever baby”

“I love you” I mumble quietly “I love you so much”

I know he’s confused at all this, why I’m saying all this or doing this. But I can’t lose him, I loved my parents and I lost them. I can’t lose Harry, I can’t live without him.

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