Twenty-One

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(niall's POV)

After getting to Lou's we really just sat around and stuffed our faces with junk food. Which didn't bother me at all, last night was enough activity.

Speaking of last night I need to talk to Harry and Zayn. I grab out my phone and make a group chat with them.

Niall: guys, we need to talk about last night

Zayn: what do you mean?

Niall: we were just chased around the woods by some psycho only hours ago...

Zayn: oh. well Harry hasn't been answering his phone lately so....

Harry: I'm right here Zayn.

Zayn: oh haha you just weren't answering so I just assumed you were ignoring us

Niall: do you guys wanna come over to my apartment and we could talk?

Zayn: sure. be there in ten?

Niall: yeah I'm leaving Lou's right now

Harry: I'll be waiting for you guys

Zayn: fucking creeper.

I hop off the couch automatically getting Lou's attention. "Where you going?" He asks, pausing the movie we were watching.

"I'm gunna head home. I had fun though." He smiles.

"Come over any time Ni." I nod leaving the apartment and heading home.

X X X

"Alright so, who the fuck was that guy?" Zayn says, sitting down on the floor.

"One, there's a couch and two, we have no idea Zayn." Harry sasses, sitting across from me. Zayn rolls his eyes jumping up and taking a seat by Harry. "Alright, Niall you grew up at school basically, do you know who he is?" I shrug.

"There was talk among the town about some kid who went missing in the woods and was never found."

"Did this kid have a name?" I nod.

"Michael. Michael Clifford."

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this is really bad I know. sorry

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