Cannibal

Nineteen

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(niall's POV)

The bright sun burns my eyes as I open them. We're just outside of New York. I let out a small yawn and look over at Zayn. "Hey." I practically whisper.

"Hey, sleep well?" I nod putting my seat up correctly. "We've got about fifteen minutes till my apartment, do you want to come to mine our do you wanna go home?"

"I just wanna go home. I need to deal with Liam." He nods.

"Call me right after, okay?"

"Yeah." I really don't want to go home but if I don't then Liam will problem have a missing persons report on me - unless he's already got one.

We roll up to my apartment building and I thank Zayn before hopping out of the car. "Remember to call me!" He shouts after me as I enter the front door.

I decide to take the stairs to give me a bit more time before I have to face Liam. If he starts yelling I'm out. I do not need someone yelling on my face at nearly 6 am. I twist my key and open the door. The apartment is quite until the home phone rings. I slowly go over to it and pick up the phone.

"He-"

"Niall James! Where the hell have you been!" Liam shouts, "I've-" I hung up. Like I said, I do not need someone yelling at me. I bend over and unplug the phone and head into the kitchen. I grab a glass out of the cupboard and fill it up with some orange juice.

I need some food

I open the cupboards to find them empty. I sigh, grabbing my keys and my phone, along with the charger and walk back out the door. I'm gunna call Zayn and see if he wants to go get some breakfast.

I quickly turn on the car and plug my phone in, which turns on automatically. I dial Zayn's number. On the second ring he picks up. "Hey Ni, have you talk to Liam?"

"Yeah, he called but he started yelling so I hung up." Zayn chuckles. "I was wondering If you wanna go get some breakfast? My food supply is gone."

"Eh sure, where we're you thinking?"

"Ihop?"

"Sure, I'll meet you there," We say our goodbyes and hang up. Time for some pancakes.

X X X

"So when he started yelling you just hung up?" I nod making him laugh loudly. "His probably so pissed."

"Whatever, I told myself if he was gunna yell I was gunna hang up." Zayn laughs again. "Hey have you heard from Harry yet?" He shakes his head.

"Nope. He probably stopped at a motel for the night." I shrug, taking a bite of my pancakes - which were amazing by the way. "We should go do something today." I laugh.

"Zayn we spent the whole night being chased by some psychopath in the woods. I think we've hand enough fun."

"I meant like go see a movie, or go to the football game today." I shrug.

"I'm not really feelin it. I'm still confused about last night." He chuckles, as his phone begins to ring.

"Hello? Harry? W-What's wrong? Yeah I'll be right there." He hangs up and pulls out his wallet, throwing a twenty on the table.

"Where are you going?" I ask, as he pulls on his jacket.

"Harry's car got stolen. He needs me to go get him." I nod.

"You mean your car?" Without and answer Zayn takes off, leaving me alone at the table. Well thanks asshole. I pull out my wallet and throw down a twenty and leave. Once I get into the car my phone rings; Louis.

"Hey Lou."

"Hey Niall, I was wondering if we could hang today? I've go nothing to do and I'm super bored." I sigh.

"Why not. I'll be over in ten."

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this chapter is just a filler whilst I decide what the hell happened to Harry