Haunted

Dirty Little Secrets

Sorry for any typos, hope you enjoy x

Zayn burst through the front door of their house, not only setting off the alarm but scaring the absolute shit out of Harry who was asleep on the couch.

"Jesus Christ, you scared the--"

"Where's Niall! And why the hell don't you answer your phone?!" Zayn demanded to know, panting like he just ran a mile. He also had this panicked look in his eyes that made Harry get a shiver down his spine.

"He's-- He's upstairs, and I was asleep.. why?"

"Something happened while he was on twitcam, the fans are going absolutely nuts!" Zayn explained while he pounded up the stairs to Niall's room.

Narrowing his eyes, Harry picked up his iPhone, and was more than shocked when he saw he had over nearly two thousand and thirty six twitter alerts, all from fans.

@TommoTushy: @Harry_Styles HARRY WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED TO NIALL?!!?!

@SheWantsThe1D: IS THIS A JOKE @NIALLOFFICIAL @HARRY_STYLES THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE RIGHT.

@LiamsBatGirl: What just happened?! Is Niall okay?! @Harry_Styles @zaynmalik @Real_Liam_Payne EXPLAIN PLEASE!!

Harry dropped his iPhone to the ground and bolted up the stairs when he heard Zayn scream his name. He nearly tripped into Niall's bedroom when he finally arrived because he was running so fast; but what he saw made him stop right on the dot.

Zayn was kneeling over Niall, who was knocked out cold with a smashed laptop beside him, shaking him gently and shouting his name. Not to mention that Niall's white bed sheets were now soaked in a crimson red from a deep gash on the side of his head that was gushing blood like a waterfall.

Harry tried to say something, but all that came from his throat was a gurgle noise. His body starting shaking and he felt like the world around him was spinning at lightning speed. It happened again. 

First Liam, now Niall.

And not so ironically, Louis was no where in sight.

"Harry!" he suddenly heard, along with being shook by the shoulders by Zayn. He stared up at his band mate, at a loss for words.

"I'm scared too, but you need to listen to me." Zayn said in a surprisingly calm voice. "Go to the bathroom and get me a wash cloth. We need to stop the bleeding, do you understand?

Harry unsurely nodded his head, then quickly backed out of the room and stumbled down the hallway. Why was he so loopy all of a sudden? His head was spinning and his legs felt like jello. 

He felt faint.

He reached the bathroom and grabbed the first two wash cloths he saw, then tried his best to get back to the room as quick as he could. He handed Zayn the first cloth; Zayn pressed it to Niall's bleeding scalp, hoping that it would either stop the bleeding or at least slow it down. But before he knew it the wash cloth was already blood-heavy, and not absorbing much of the crimson liquid anymore.

"This isn't good." Zayn mumbled mindlessly. "I don't know what to do! Liam is good with this shit, not me!"

Zayn didn't want to call 999; Niall's gash wasn't actually as deep as he thought, it was just that it was in the right place for it bleed so much. Kinda like when you cut yourself shaving; small, almost invisible cut, but a shit load of blood. 

Harry was useless at the moment, barley able to keep himself standing. Harry didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him; he wanted to help Niall so badly, but like before, his legs were jello.