Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Twenty Six: Alternative

A/N: Dedicated to 1DullieLovesNialler becuase her comments are the cutest! :)

I don't want to get out of bed. Harry's not next to me so I know that he's been up all night planning or that he's fallen asleep on the couch because he thinks I'm mad at him. I'm not, I'm just worried.

Zayn isn't here either, he probably left after I had fallen asleep. I need to talk to him today so that we can plan an alternative form of attack to keep Harry safe.

I yawn and get up. I fell asleep in my clothes last night, so I don't even bother changing them. The boys are all sitting at the table looking at a floorplan of Styles Enterprise, planning their routes. The talking stops when I enter the room and they all look over to me.

I continue on my way to the kitchen, only sparing a glance to Zayn who barely nods at me.

I pull out some cereal for breakfast and I lean against the counter to eat it. The chatter from the dining room starts up once again but I can't hear what they are saying due to the crunch of my cereal. I don't want to hear their plan anyway. Zayn will fill me in later.

After finishing my breakfast I place my bowl in the sink and prepare myself to walk passed the boys once again. They'll surely say something to me this time.

Just as I knew it would, they say something. I'm almost passed them when Harry calls my name. I back up a few steps and turn to face them.

"Louis just told me that Styles Enterprise is holding a masquerade for the New Year. That's when we'll strike," he tells me.

"So soon?" I ask, my heart beat picking up slightly.

"She won't be expecting it," Harry says.

I wasn't expecting this at all. I knew that we were going to carry out the plan soon, but I thought I would at least have a few weeks. Now I only have a few days.

"I...um...yeah," I take a deep breath so that I don't burst into tears, "I guess we'll need suits and masks yeah? I'll go pick some up," I need an excuse to get out of here.

"I'll come with you," Harry says, putting his hands on the table to help him stand.

"No," I blurt, "I mean, you should stay to finish the planning. Zayn will come with me."

Harry sits back down in his seat and avoids my eyes, "You're right. We'll be here."

I nod and wait awkwardly for Zayn to stand and meet me.

***

I breathe out a sigh of relief once the December air hits my face.

"What was that all about?" Zayn asks as we make our way to the train station.

I shrug my shoulders lamely to avoid answering. The walk to the train is silent and I know that Zayn won't talk to me the whole trip until I answer.

When we enter the train I rub my hands together to warm them up before I answer, "I just wasn't expecting this so soon."

Zayn sends me a sympathetic look, "I know Ni, but it's the perfect timing."

"I know that," I kick at the floor of the train, "Still."

"We'll be fine," he tries to reassure me, "Nice and quick. In and out."

I roll my eyes. I know that he's just trying to ease my worry but it does nothing to help.

"So what's my role in all of this then?" I ask next.

"You'll be downstairs at the party, distracting Gemma."