Brianna awoke from what felt like a long deep sleep. She found herself in a strange poorly decorated room. Oh right, she was at Niall's apartment. But why? What was going on? She noticed she had long red scratches on her arms and the fight with Taylor came back to her.

What a terrible day. Taylor had declared that they were officially rivals. Niall had come to her rescue and brought her to his place to take care of her. The last thing she remembered was him giving her a glass of water and trying to make her feel better. He was becoming a good friend. She must have been really tired, she went straight to sleep after that water.

Brianna sat up, wondering where her ex boyfriend was now. Didn't he say something about taking care of her? She looked at the time. Oh no! It was getting late. She had to pick up Zayn at the daycare and get dinner. She couldn't wait to get this day over and done with. She didn't think it could get any worse.

Meanwhile Niall stood in the doorway of Harry's house, intending to pick up some of Brianna's things. His eyes bulged and his mouth hung open at the sight.

"Oh crap," Harry muttered, standing over Taylor's body, bruised up and knocked out. "I can explain--"

"I saw you!" Niall pointed at him. "Murderer! Killer!"

"Shut up." Harry was worried about the neighbors, especially old lady White who had the National Guard on her speed dial. "Just keep it down. She's just unconscious, I hope."

Niall kept running his big ass mouth. "Oooh! I saw you push Taylor down those stairs and murder her in cold blood, you sick twisted bastard!"

"We don't know if she's dead or not."

"What do you mean 'we'? Don't involve 'us' in your psycho games. It's all you, baby. I'm just a witness to your evil crime and I'm going to tell my daddy. He's chief of police."

Gritting his teeth, Harry marched up the stairs. "The hell you will. Wanna join her?"

Niall gasped, then stumbled out the door. "Help!" He ran outside with Harry in hot pursuit. "Help! Help me somebody!"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Save me somebody!"

"Get back here, you little fucker."

"Nooo! I'm gonna get killed!"

"Damn right."

Harry leapt towards Niall and tackled him to the ground. Niall began crying and babbling.

"Lord Jesus, God, Father Louis!" Niall sobbed into the grass. "Please don't let me get killed! I'm too young and pretty."

Harry was lying on Niall's back. "Shut up, you wuss."

"I don't deserve to die at the hands of a drunken douchebag!" He tried to wrestle free but Harry held on. "Help, Jesus, Buddha, Popes. Send Harry back to hell where he belongs."

"I said shut up."

"I just wanna get back with my Brianna," Niall whined. "My true woman. I want to marry her and give her a lot of babies. Not too many. She deserves better than you."

They wrestled for a while, then Harry felt a sharp pain in the groin area. He rolled over in excrutiating agony. Niall stumbled to his feet and kicked him, in the stomach and--oh, sweet Jesus, no--again in the crotch.

"Take that, you dumbass dick." Niall said, then ran away down the street screeching "Attack! Attack! Mugger!"

Harry lay there gasping for air and holding his boys. That damn fool got him good. He waited until the pain eased up some, then slowly stood up and limped back to his house. He could see Mrs. White peeking at him in the corner of her window. Damn that nosy old lady. He hoped she hadn't seen Niall handing his ass to him.

In the house he noticed the open basement door. Aw crap, he forgot about Taylor. She was still unconscious. What to do about her?

Harry called an ambulance. It took him a while to come up with a story that was halfway believable but he managed to come up with one about how poor Taylor came to his house to drop off his wife's package when she suddenly slipped and fell down the steps. How she got all beat up looking he had no idea. Maybe her pimp did it, he didn't know.

Yeah, they'll buy that.

Brianna came home carrying the baby and a bag of Chinese takeout. She planned to eat, go to bed and wake up to a new and better day.

She saw her man in the middle of the living room showered and dressed. She felt bad about cutting him off. At that moment all she wanted was him.

"Hey, baby," He kissed her and the baby.

She hugged him close. "Oh sweetie."

"So how was your day?"

Brianna decided not to tell him about Taylor. She didn't want to talk about it anyway. "It was okay, what about yours?"

"Eh, I had better. Listen, baby." Harry held her close. "How about we just go ahead and get married?"

"What?" Brianna's heart lifted.

"I was a fool for waiting to set the date." he said. "You're the only one I want. Let's just go ahead and do it right away."

Brianna couldn't believe this. Finally! "Really?"

"Really. So what do you say?"

She hugged him tight. "Yes I will, Harry."

As he hugged her, Harry noticed a long piece of blond hair stuck on the edge of the chair. Still holding Brianna, Harry leaned over, grabbed the hair and stuck it in his pocket to throw away later.

What Brianna didn't know won't kill her.