A/N: Shoutout to Michael Clifford <3
Stained coffee cup
Just a fingerprint of lipstick's not enough
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Today was the day Niall was going to take me home to get the necessities and to be honest, I don't know what to expect when I get there.
I hope he's there... Its been a week since the last time I've seen him, and Im worried about him. I wonder what's going through his mind. Is he happy or is he sad? Does he still care about me?
I was walking down the quiet halls, glad to have some time alone from the boys. Niall been on my tail lately, watching me from the corners of his eyes. Everywhere I went, he was behind me. So right now, im relieved to not have him around, bothering me.
Turning a corner, I was met with another hall. I felt like I was in a maze with out an exit. I know I was exploring, but I didn't think his Mansion was this big. I've been wondering around this place, for a quarter In an hour. I should just turn around, and find my way back to my room, but I continued forward. Eyes glued on the white walls that held on to old portraits.
The third day of me staying here, I decided to start sleeping in the Guest room that I was suppose to be sleeping in instead of Nialls room. I wasn't scared of those dimwits anymore, and If they tried something, Niall would have my back. Like he said he would. Yesterday I had received the news that the only way I could go back to school was if Zayn goes with me. I think that's a piece of Bull. I don't even get along with Zayn for me to be stuck with him for hours. That day I asked Niall,
"Why cant you go with me?" He laughs out loud, giving me a display of his white pearls.
"School is not for me" he states, reminding me of Harry when I asked him about getting an education a long time ago.
"So how is school for Zayn? You would look more into it then him. He doesn't even look like a college student with all those tattoos lined up on his arms!" I argued.
"Zayn going and that's final"
It still pisses me off, I'd rather have Michael! But I'll have to deal with it eventually. There was only one door on this hallway, making me very curious on why there's only (Black door may I add) one.
Have you heard the saying 'Curiosity killed the Cat'? I heard it too but I don't care. I quickened my pace, nearly running down this long hallway. Once I made it to the door, I was hesitant. After sometime of waiting and thinking this through, I opened the door.
I peeked in, seeing stairs leading down into the darkness. I've found a basement. I looked down the dusty, wooden staircase. It was glossy, but broken and cracked; it looked like something someone would easily fall on. I took my first steps down. The palm of my hand, was getting irritated from the old wood rubbing against it ,turning a bit red from me gripping a hold of the rail. I have a feeling that someone didn't want anyone down here.
I took a few more steps down the stairs as it creaked and moaned under my feet. The farther down I got, the more Cobwebs and bugs I'd see. As soon as I made it down the steps, I used the flash light on my phone as a light to guide me around this dusty room. Bugs I have never seen before scattered the floor, scaring the crap out of me, nonetheless I continued looking around. I wasn't going to let bugs that could probably kill me, get In the way. As I was looking around I stumbled across a book. It didn't look that much, very old, and raggedly. I schemed through the pages, not able to understand a word of it.
Well that was interesting!
I put it back in the shelf, going through numerous of books till I landed on one that wasn't Dusty or Raggedly like the others. Strange, I thought.
