(Harry's POV)
Yet again I wake up to a cold bed, I just wish Niall would tell me what's wrong with him. These last couple of days he's just be so......off. I hope I didn't do something to make him mad. Yesterday I just wanted to make sure he was okay, I wasn't meaning to bother him. Niall never yells at me, at anyone. I have to figure of what's wrong with him, I just want my cheerful, playful, food-loving, Irish, bundle of energy back.
(Niall's POV)
If it wasn't for these stupid interviews that we have today I would've laid in that bed with Harry forever. Only to my luck apparently 4 hours of sleep can't make up for the loss of 72. My headache has only intensified from last night, which I didn't think was possible until now. Hopefully the painkillers I took will kick in soon.
"Hey Nialler." I hear Harry say, can't he ever give me some kind of warning before he enters a room, you know so I don't have a heart attack every time.
"Morning Haz, you hungry?"
"Starving." He said my laughing.
"Me too." I said laughing back.
"Your always hungry Niall."
"Hey I just like to stay healthly!" I says protesting, but we both just end up laughing.
"So what are we gonna eat?"
"I don't know, cereal?"
"Fruity Pebbles?"
"What else?"
I made both of us bowls and sat down across from Harry. Both of us immediately start scoffing down our makeshift breakfast. When we hear yelling from upstairs. I look up confused to see Harry showing the same expression. Only seconds later we see Louis running down the stairs, with a very angry, wet, Zayn sprinting after him. Harry and I both look at each other shaking our heads.
"What up with Louis and Zayn?" Liam said walking into the kitchen.
"I don't know, I don't even bother to ask anymore." Harry said laughing.
"Paul called and said that he was about to pull up, so we gotta get going."
"Okay, I'm gonna go try and tame Zouis, and I'll be out."
I take my and Harry's bowls and put them in the sink, I'm really just trying to waste time till Harry goes out to the van so that I can grab a couple painkillers for this stupid headache, hopefully it will stop before the first interview.
"You coming?" Harry says, as he's grabbing his things.
"Yeah I'll be out in a sec.
"Okay." And with that Harry left. I ran over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed a couple tablets then made my way out to the van.
The trip to the radio station is miserable, every five seconds we would go around a curve, or we would hit a pot hole. The trip only made my headache pound even harder. As we pulled up to the radio station, I could hear our fans screaming. As we're getting out of the van I grasp onto the nearest thing which just so happened to be Harry's shirt. I feel hands grabbing for me and it feels like the world is closing on in me. I loose my grip on Harry's shirt and I immediately began to panic, Harry feels my hand let go and turns around and pulls me out of the chaotic crowd of fans into the radio station. As we enter the building I collapse onto a nearby couch, trying to gain back my composure. The guys are next to me trying to calm me down and after a couple of minutes I'm finally able to get my breathing back to normal, but not without the help of Harry trying to get me to mimic his own.
"You okay now kid?" Paul says as he hands me a bottled water.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Okay then let's get going."
The interview goes by rather slowly and competely uneventful. Just the same questions that we've heard for the last five years. When it's finally over, we make our way to the van which they had managed to sneak out back without any suspicions from the fans. When we finally get back into the van, I'm already exhausted, so I lay me head down on Harry's shoulder. I hear him ask me something but I'm already drifting asleep.
It felt like only a couple of minutes had passed when I felt Harry shake me awake. He practically carry me out of the van into the house. I walked into my room and almost fainted as I see my room trashed and a note lying on my bed.
"Niall you oka......" I heard harry go silent as he saw my room, it's only seconds later that I see the rest of the guys come up.
I stumble over to my bed and pick up the note, and I notice the letters are cut out of a magazine. I try to read the note out aloud, but I'm frozen. Liam grabs the note and begins to read.
"Dearest Niall,
I've had my eye on you for a while now, and I knew from the moment I saw you that I had to make you mine. And nothing is going to stop me from doing so. See you soon love."
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Don't fret my little lovelys, I'll post another chapter tomorrow. I'll only make you guys suffer a little bit. I think I might let the guys get kidnapped in the next chapter, prepare yourselves.
All the love as always,
XOXO JC❤.
