Wow, I thought to myself as I used all my strength to flip the suitcase onto the sheet less bed; I had been given a lot of free clothes in the course of the X Factor, which was great because nothing killed me more than shopping.
I looked at the empty wardrobe and dressers in the room unpack now or later? Hmm, I thought, if I do it not I won’t have to do loads later
Humming tunelessly to myself I pulled the zipper around and began bundling out the clothes that I hadn’t bothered folding. I tossed them onto the bed and pulled the suitcase down to the ground, it hit it with a slap. I thought I heard a door close, I looked up curiously, wow Harry, you were fast.
“Harry?” I called. Silence, I shrugged to myself, probably the next door neighbour. I picked up the dress at the top of the pile, oh I forgot how much I loved this one, a lace, cream peplum dress. I heard soft sounds of movement from the next room. Oh ho Harry, very funny, I thought to myself rolling my eyes, god he was such a child. A small giggle escaped my lips which I immediately stifled. I crept out of the room, slightly hunched over as if this would give me the ability to see round corners. Try scare me Styles. I was a master of stealth.
The walked softly down the hall and caught a glance of the front door sitting slightly ajar, I rolled my eyes, leaving tracks Harry? Rooky mistake.
“Oh,” I said loudly in a sing song voice, “who could possibly have left this door open?” No response. I remained still. I heard a shuffle of movement coming from the kitchen. I immediately ran there on my tip toes like a ballerina.
“Harry?” I called, “come out, come out, wherever you are,” Then I saw it, when I had came into the apartment all doors had been closed tight and now the guest bedroom door was only half closed, as if someone had done so in a hurry. I approached the door and pushed it open with the very tips of my fingers. Empty. Harry what where you playing, and then I sensed movement behind me.
I blew out a breath of defeat.
“Okay Harry, you scared me,” I laughed, then a long arm closed around my waist and pulled me tightly and a hand closed over my mouth.
“I’m not Harry, but I can still scare you,” the cold hard voice that I knew so well whispered into my ear.
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Holy shit! I thought, who to call, who to call. Niall! January was moving into the same building as him. Still running I punched in his number. It rang six times before he picked it up.
“Hey Harry,” he said casually, I could hear the TV blaring in the background, god that boy needed to fix the volume.
“Niall where are you?” I demanded, pushing my way through throngs of people, who all muttered after me about holding my horses.
“I’m at Louis’, why?” he said, for god sake Niall the one time I need you to be at home.
“Darren, he’s after January,” I said panicked, I immediately sensed Niall becoming more alert.
“Wait what?” he said flustered.
“He kidnapped Ashley, she called me, says he was on his way to her new place,” the facts ran from my mouth and I could hear Niall’s shock.
“Wendy’s home,” he said, “I’ll call her and head home too, I’m not far.”
“Get Louis too,” I advised him, “this could be a fight.”
“Louis come on, Darren’s back,” I heard Niall say.
“What?” was Louis’ frightened reply, “why the hell is he getting us on his ass, ring the fucking cops Harry you prick.”
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Thunder
Fanfiction"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
