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Chapter 7

I'm sorry its taken me forever. I've been really busy trying to deal with my grades and Zayn leaving one direction and I'm just an emotional mess rn so enjoy this chapter. Its longer than the others.
~Lulu :p
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Harry pov

We are all sitting in a circle playing cards for the billionth time. Jeez, how many times can you play the same game over and over before it gets old?

I guess its just more of a way to keep our minds off of the shitty situation we're all in.

Me and Niall have been getting closer. I don't know if he's just being nice or if he's interested in being more than friends. I don't even know if he's gay, and I haven't told neither him nor josh about my sexuality.

Maybe Niall has been stuck in here too long and he's starting to get sexually frustrated. Maybe he'll just stick his dick in whatever comes along... but that doesn't seem like Niall.

We are currently sitting close to each other. We always seem to be touching. Arm to arm, leg to leg. In any kind of subtle way. It's just comforting. And I can see Niall getting more confident.

Just the other day when a guard was giving us stale bread and water, Niall had talked back to him.

"Eat." The guard spat. Anything he said to us was minimal or in a foreign language. I don't know if he spoke much English.

"Why are you feeding us if you're trying to treat us so terribly?" I asked. I probably shouldn't complain, but I was curious.

"Because boss want you alive." The guard slurred, his breath reeking of food rotting in his teeth. "What use is that pretty little face if it's dead. Estupid fa-"

"Don't speak to him like that." Came a firm voice.

Me and Josh looked at Niall in surprise. So did the guard. He hit Niall across the face faster than anyone could register. I made to stand up towards the guard but an arms stopped my path. It was Niall's. I looked at him confused. Didn't he was me to get the guard back? Didn't he want the guard to pay for what he did?

Niall just shook his head. The guard left, but not before saying something in his language. Probably something rude

Right when the guard left, I turned to Niall ready to fuss over his cheek, but when I turned to Niall, he was holding his cheek and grinning.

I looked over at Josh in confusion but he just shrugged his shoulder as if to say 'don't ask me'.

"This is the best I've felt since we were stuck in this place." Said Niall.

"Harry, It's your turn mate." Josh's voice brook me out of my flashback.

"Uhm... Josh, do you have a queen?"

"Go fish."

When the game ended -Niall won like usual- we put the cards back in their pile and all of us settled along the walls of the cell, Niall next to me like always, and Josh on the other side of Niall.

"Do you ever think about home?" Josh said breaking the silence.

"Sometimes." Niall replied exhaling a bit, as if remembering something very dear to him. "I think about me mum and dad. And Greg and Denise and Theo. He was one and a half. I wonder how old he is now."

"Theo?" I asked confused. Did Niall have a child?!

"Yeah my nephew. Greg's my brother and Denise is his wife. They have an adorable son named Theo. I call him Theo the tank cuz that little bugger will find a way to destroy everything if you let 'im."

I relax a bit relieved that Niall isn't fathering a child.

"Ashley -my girlfriend- was pregnant when I left." Josh spoke hardly louder than a whisper. "I shouldn't have left. I should have stayed. I didn't even know if it was a boy or girl-" Josh's voice caught in his throat and Niall put his arm around his friends shoulder. My heart clenched at the sight. Josh had always been the strong one, so it was hard to see him break down.

"You'll see her again Josh. We'll get out of here."

"Yeah. Sorry guys, I don't know why I'm cryin." Said josh, wiping his eyes and letting out a shakey chuckle. "How about you Harry, anyone special at home?"

I hadn't let myself think about it before. I would have probably started getting depressed. But now that I'm forced to think about it, memories and faces popped up into my head. "I miss my mum, my step dad, Gemma, my band. I miss Louis with his jokes, Liam with his comfort, Zayn with his kind words and late night chats. I miss my fans. I miss everything." I say starting to feel sentimental.

Niall looked at me, a forced smile on his face. "Gemma? Is that your special girl?"

I almost laughed out loud. "No. She's my sister, she's great."

Niall's smile seemed less forced but it returned to being force when he asked, "Any girlfriends?"

I felt awkward. I hadn't come out to anyone yet, but I don't want to die in the closet so I make my decision. I looked at the floor before saying. "No. I-I'm actually gay."

I looked up to see that Niall's smile came back, his real one. "Really?"

"Yeah but that was the first time I've ever told anyone."

"Well we don't discriminate." He grinned, looking into my eyes and even though I'm a thousand miles away from Holmes chapel, I feel right at home.

I've been listening to all of One Direction's songs for the past couple of days and I'm sad but I'm also happy for Zayn.

I hate when ppl say that "He could same millions but millions couldn't save him." He's not dead! He's trying to be healthy and live a life he's happy with.

I'd rather he do that then stay in 1D and become depressed and dependant on drugs and then die from overdose. We've seen that happen to too many artist.

On a lighter note, what are you doing for spring break? Do you have spring break?

~Lulu :p