Give Me Love | n.h

Chapter 8: Tony

I shut the door of my dorm room and melted on the floor as I smiled, remembering the events from this morning.

It almost felt like I dreamt it all.

I held out my arm and pinched it as they do in the movies to see if I was dreaming or not and I couldn't help but grin widely as I realized that 1) my arm hurts and there is a possibility of developing a bruise 2) I most certainly am not dreaming.

"Eeeeeeep!" I shrieked, not being able to contain the joy that I was feeling right now.

Niall kissed me!

I mean it wasn't the first time but wow. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that if it weren't for Luke and Blake, it could have gotten more intense.

My phone rang from my bedside table and I stood up from my position on the floor to retrieve it.

"Hello?" I answered, sitting on my bed.

"Riley, thank God, I've been trying to reach you all night, honey," Anne, Harry's mum, speaks from the other end of the line.

Her voice seemed panicky and I couldn't help but feel anxious.

"I'm sorry, I left my phone, is something wrong?" I ask.

"Tony," she says.

"What about him?" I held on to my phone, my stomach knotting in fear.

"He escaped yesterday,"

"What?! How?! Where's mum?"

"She's with me, darling, don't worry. She's been up all night and she just found her sleep."

I breathe out a sigh of relief. I knew my mum would be safe with her but I still couldn't help but worry.

"Does Harry know?" I ask.

"I told him this morning," she says.

My head started aching and I couldn't comprehend the things that were happening.

A moment ago, I was asking myself if this was all a dream and now I just wanted it to be one.

Was it too late to pinch myself again?

"I-" I didn't know what to say, I was at lost for words.

"I know you're worried, honey, but stay strong and keep your guard up. I don't know where he is at the moment but he couldn't be far, we'll update you every now and then," she says.

"Thank you, Anne,"

"No problem, sweetie, take care of yourself and Harry, and stay safe,"

I hung up after that, just staring at my phone.

How could a perfect morning lead to a tragic afternoon?

. . .

I attended only half of my classes today but it didn't matter at all; my mind was elsewhere and it wasn't where I wanted it to be.

I wanted to be thinking about Niall, thinking about that kiss and the way he acted this morning but all I could think about was Tony, and each question was just answered with another question.

How did he escape? Where did he escape to? Would he go after us?

The questions were endless and it wasn't helping my headache that I couldn't find answers to any of them.

I headed to the frat house immediately after my last class, knowing well that Harry would be there.

It was Friday and they could be planning a party for all I care, but I needed to talk to him.