*Niall's POV*
I never really liked my lonely road and I spent the least amount of time I could there. It was OK at first, since my Mum and brother lived ten minutes away, but they soon moved. I guess the memories of me made it too hard for them to stay. The memory of my death made them unable to stay. I really wish they had; now I can't even watch over my relatives because I don't know where they are. It really bugs me to think about it. I was with Zayn that night haunting under his bridge.
"Zayn, do you really think we'll ever find someone like Liam and Louis did?"I asked and he shrugged.
"I don't know Niall maybe, Harry said it might never happen."He said as a couple of bikes raced over the bridge. I sighed at the laughter echoing around us. I shuffled my feet and looked up at the stone bricks of the arch of Zayn's bridge.
"I hope it happens, I'm sick of being alone."
"We're not alone."
"You know what I mean Zayn."
"Yes I do Niall, yes I do."Two teenagers stumbled under the bridge. They were obviously drunk.
"We should go swimming."The girl slurred giggling and Zayn rolled his eyes.
"You really shouldn't."He whispered in her ear. I laughed as I knew what was coming. Zayn was the master of scaring off kids from his place since he had never really liked people disturbing him.
"It's not a good idea."He whispered winking at me.
"Di-did you hear that?"The girl asked and the boy shrugged.
"No, why?"Zayn whooshes past him sending a gust of cold air towards him."That was so cold."The boy shivered.
"The water kills."He whispered and they were looking pretty scared.
"Maybe we should go."He said and Zayn smiled.
"Yes go."They hesitated."LEAVE!"I boomed and they scattered.
"You're good at that."He said and I winked at him.
"I learned from the best."
*Perrie's POV*
"Almost the end of shift Perrie, could you wipe up the bar before you leave?"My manager asked and I nodded.
"Sure thing, I don't have anywhere to go anyway."He chuckled at me.
"You were always a funny one Perrie."
"I try boss."As the pub began to empty out I continued to clean.
"Bye Perrie, have a good night and be safe."Kayleigh the waitress said pulling her skirt down and waving.
"Same to you Kayleigh."I scrubbed the salsa and spilled alcohol off the bar's surface until my arms burned. I gathered up my belongings and hit the road. I walked quickly towards my car, but I was destined to never make it that far. He grabbed me from behind clamping a sweaty, meaty paw over my mouth to drown out my scream. I felt tears slip out of my eyes running down my cheeks as I prayed that all he wanted was my purse. That wasn't what he wanted.
*Harry's POV*
I went into my room after walking home. Misty knocked softly on the wall shortly afterwards.
"Yes."I said poking my head through the wall.
"I want to see where you sleep. I want to see your room."She said and I stiffened. She looked towards the small trap door in the wall hidden behind racks of her clothing. I really don't understand why it was there, but some owner about forty years ago put it in. I think they planned to use my room for storage, but I freaked them out so they left.
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