Baby, We're Fireproof

Chapter 19

Harry's Pov

4 days have turned into 8 and 8 to 14. Now its two weeks later when I finally go back to school. Over the last few days my thoughts have made me even sicker than I was before.

Louis.

The voicemail.

That's all that has been on my mind and I feel like I'm drowning.

But not being at school is really effecting my work and it's probably time to go back.

I'm still trying to get over the fact that the boys are in the Amarican Mafia. All of them.

Was our friendship just part of a plan to get close to me and my family?
Do they know who I am?

I couldn't let mom find out about this so I deleted the voicemail immediately. If she found out, everything I have right now could be taken away from me. I wouldn't be able to live the life I am anymore. If most probably be stuck in a room with security guards everywhere and the highest protection you could think of.

***

Trying to go around the school avoiding all four of the boys is a lot more tricky than I thought it would be. And yes I know that I can't avoid them forever if we're attending the same school but at least for today I can try.

I'm walking to my locker after everyone is already gorn to class and no one's around when I feel a hand touch my shoulder suddenly.

I cringe away and turn around quickly to see Niall standing there with his hands up in surrender.

"Calm down it's just me." He says defensively, "Are you okay? You haven't been answering my calls or texts. Not even the door when I came over?"

I stare at him. I didn't think this far ahead.

"I-I'm sorry Niall but I just- I can't. Not right now." I try to get away from him and start walking.

He hurries after me as I walk down the hall. Even faster now.

The little black silhouette of a man, painted on the door catches my eyes and suddenly the mens bathroom seems like the best place to hide from my best friend.

I walk inside and slam the door behind me, quickly hurrying into the first stall. My shoes leave dirty marks on the toilet lit as I step up on it with the goal to not let niall know I'm in here.

It doesn't work though because seconds after I found a pretty stable position, someone bangs on the door of my stall.

"Harry, what the fuck is wrong? Why are you so freaked out?"

I squeeze my eyes shut and put my hands over my ears, trying to ignore him.

Niall calls my name over and over again. After a few minutes of silence, in which he still stays resistant and doesn't leave, I hop off the toilet lid and unlock the door slowly.

I carefully nudge it open and walk out.

We stare at each other and I can see the worry in his eyes.

"I just... I know your in the Mafia!" I slap my hands over my mouth as soon as the words come out.

Nialls eyes go wide, jaw dropping.
"H-How- what?" He stutters.

"Niall... I gotta go." I back away slowly.

"Meet me at the seat under the big tree in the courtyard at lunch. We needa talk." Before I could respond he runs out of the bathroom. This isn't good...

***

Classes go by and I learnt fucking nothing.

My mind's been running 100 miles an hour with worries and thoughts until it's time to meet up with Niall.
I grab all of my things off my desk and shove them in my bag. Hesitantly I start walking to the place Niall was talking about. Litterly no one goes anywhere near there so we should be fine to talk freely.

He's already waiting for me when I get there, looking stressed out and worried.

I sit down beside him timidly, not knowing how to act or what to say. And I didn't have to before he was speaking.

"How did you find out?"

I bite my lip. If I answer that then he'll also know I'm in the Italian Mafia.

"So it is true then? You all are apart of it?"

"You know about the others too?" He stresses. "Harry do you know how much danger you're in just knowing about this?"

"Oh trust me I do, more than you'd know." I fiddle with my hands in my lap.

"How did you find out?"

"My... Parents." I sigh out, defeated.

"Your parents? And how did they know? Who are they?" He sits up right.

"Well not really from them but, from someone who works for them."

"But how did they find out Harry?" He presses.

"Because... My parents...They're the Italian mafia leaders."

Nialls entire face goes white and his jaw is basically on the ground.

"They're fucking what!?" He exclaims. "Your not fucking with me right now?"

"I promise I'm not. I was in my mums office and heard a voicemail talking about you guys. My parents must've gotten them to check eveyone in this school to see if it's safe. And they know you guys are here."

"Do your parents know you know?"

"No. I deleted the message."

"Fuck... And that's why you always have Luke with you." He says, more as a statement then a question as he puts all the pieces together. "Eveything makes alot more sense now."

We both stare into the distance for a little bit, trying to process everything before Niall suddenly grabs both my shoulders and turns me to face him.

"Harry, please please please tell me I'm wrong about this. If your parents are the leaders then are you..."

"The Styles son." I slowly nod.

"Fuck!" Niall stands up and starts pacing back and forth. "Our Mafia is litterly trying to find out who you are. They want you gorn. To use you. Oh god."

"Wait, what? What do you mean 'use' me?" I also stand up.

Niall hesitates for a moment before telling me, "They want to use you as bait for your parents."

I gasp. "Oh my god." I stumble back onto the seat.

I can feel tears start to build in my eyes. Why is this happening, just why? The only friend I've made is apart of a group that's trying to bait and kill me. Perfect. I can feel my breathing start to to pick up and my heart going crazy.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Niall squats down in front of me, holding onto my arms. "Harry, it's okay. Just breathe, copy me." He takes a deep breath in, making me do the same before slowly letting it out. We both do that for a while before my breathing goes back to normal.

"Eveything will be okay Harry. I promise I won't let them do anything bad to you." Niall holds up his pinky finger.

"Niall how are you gonna stop a whole Mafi-"

"Uh, uh, uh. That's for me to think about, not you." He smiles warmly. "I promise everything will be okay."

I let out a deep breath before smiling, also holding out my pinky. We lock them together and shake.

"Thank you Niall."

He doesn't say anything, just leans in to give me a hug. One that I quickly lean into and return. Niall gives the absolute best hugs. They're warm, safe and protective.

And that's exactly how I felt. Warm, safe and protected.