Saviors

Safe Haven

This book will be written in third person's pov until stated otherwise.

Bella quickly hid in the courier truck. At this time of the night, it was probably going back to the office. It stopped and the driver didn't even think about checking the insides was a bit suspicious but Bella couldn't care less. She was really running away. Away from everything that's been haunting her everyday of her life.

She silently opens the door of the truck and steps out. She realises that there was no courier office around. That means either she was in a kidnapping truck or the truck was supposed to be at the owner's house. But this place had few abandoned bungalows.

Maybe she could spend her night in one of them. Not that any one of them could be possessed by a spirit. She just walked to what was an abandoned bungalow right in front of her.

The door was obviously locked. To say Bella was scared, was an understatement. She was beyond scared. She was terrified. All she knew she could be entering a horror house. She took out the bobby pin from her bag and tried to unlock the door and it suddenly clicked and her heart skipped a beat.

The door creaked open. She was fooked. She slowly entered the house and didn't close the door until she found a switch board and tried if the lights were working. She switched on the second switch and the lights switched on. She quickly turned around and closed the door.

The house was as properly placed as any normal house. There was the biggest couch she has ever seen.

What was this some multi millionaire's hiding escape? Or a mafia's hiding place? No. She should go. But she had nowhere to go. What should she do? One night wouldn't hurt. Would it?

She took small steps forward towards the kitchen.

The kitchen looked absolutely gorgeous. All marble finished. The bar stools looked extremely comfy. She was very sure now that this was a mafia hide out. She checked the refrigerator and it was full stacked with everything necessary. Should she be happy? Or scared? She quietly grabs a few chocolate bars and some Cheetos from the top cupboard. Also takes some coke from the fridge.

She was trying to find a room and realized there was one bathroom and one room downstairs. She didn't wanna pee so she opened the room's door. And darn it! It was a music room. What was a music room doing in mafia's hide out? This should be a weapon room.

She decided on not exploring upstairs. Bella was giving her life a thought while munching on the Cheetos. Finally running from the abusive dad and this could be a mafia hide out and she could be stuck. She was now on the chocolate bars when she realized she could've been raped by Ian. While she gulped down the coke, she thanked One Direction for saving her. She slowly drifted off to sleep.

Harry once again woke up before everyone. He realized it was still 8. This meant everyone was asleep. He got all giddy and excited because he knew he could make pancakes for everyone like old times.

He quickly hopped into shower. He knew he wasn't confused or oblivious about his feelings for Louis. He was very sure he loved him. He wasn't sure if it was mutual. These warm showers always made his thoughts go to Louis. He quickly came out and brushed his teeth. He knew he looked cute while brushing his teeth. It wasn't new. He was cute. The towel draped around his hips, he walked out of the bathroom and decided to wear his yellow oversized tee and his black skinny jeans and kept his Chelsea boots aside if he had to go out.

Harry quickly ran downstairs keeping his voice low not wanting to wake up others. He was in the kitchen in an instant. He wanted this weekend to be special. Maybe he wanted to tell Louis.

Unlikely, for Niall. He woke up early. He was wearing his usual black t-shirt and grey checked pants.

"The smell of the pancakes woke me up, "he says excitedly.
"You mean you smelled them when you were on the stairs, "he corrects while giving him two of those in his plate and pass him the maple syrup.
He quickly shoves a bite in his mouth.
"I've missed your pancakes so much, "Niall says in between eating and Harry chuckles.

Zayn walked shirtless downstairs. "Not one weekend we get without your moans, "Niall complained.

"I can't do anything about it. Liam's too good. "

"I'm thinking of some music today? "Niall asked.

"Yeah. Of course." Harry assured.

Liam came downstairs in black tee and military green trousers pecking Zayn's lips as Harry slipped his breakfast in front of him.

Niall finished his breakfast and put the plate in sink. He made his way towards the music room and opened the door.

He came back yelling, "There's a fuckiñg ghost in the music room. "

"Niall! "Harry warned.

" I'm not kidding, I swear. There's this girl with all scars and bloodied. She's also asleep with rummaged hair. "

"Let's go and check," Liam said while Louis joined them wearing green sweatshirt with 28 on it's back and some joggers.

"What are we checking? "Louis asked.

"Niall thinks there's a ghost in the music room," Zayn explains finishing off his food.

"Then, let's go check. "Louis jumps a little in excitement and Harry shakes his head.

They all tip toe and walk towards the music room trying not to make a sound. Nobody realising there wasn't really need of it. Liam slowly opened the door and peeked in. He saw a girl bloodied and with scars on every visible skin asleep on the couch. The other four guys followed him into the room.

Harry soon realized it was no ghost but actually a wounded girl who had found there safe place to stay the night. He approached her and sat down on his feet. He looked at her for a while as tears made their way in his eyes looking at the fresh wounds. He slowly shifted the hair from her face and found a deep cut on her neck.

"She's hurt," Harry whispered.

"She isn't a ghost? "Niall asked in a hushed tone.

"No," Harry whisper yelled.

"I think she's on run from a abusive home, "Louis says examining the old healing wounds on her feet.

"A very abusive house, "Harry corrects him.

The girl tosses in her sleep and gets up yawning, "not one direction in dream again. "

She realises that Harry had not yet vanished into thin air. So, she takes her index finger and bops his nose.

"Oh, fùck! It's reality. "