Addiction ~ A Niall Horan Fan-fiction

Chapter 10: Strange Call

Niall’s P.O.V.

“Hello?” I called into the cold mobile, there was no reply.

I’d been awoken from a dreamless sleep. At first, I thought it was a wrong number. Nobody in their right mind would call me this late, especially considering I was going on tour tomorrow.

I flicked the top of my phone to check the time, it was 4am.  The call was still going, but there was only silence.

“Hello? Is somebody there?” I asked again.

I rubbed my eyes several times before my vision became clear. I quickly realised who was ringing me. It was her. I suddenly felt a surge of blood rush through my body and my heartbeat began to race.

I continued to call into the phone and there was still no answer. I knew it was time to panic. All I’d heard was a squeak, something I could barely make out, but she had definitely spoke, she’d made a sound.

I knew that I had to think logical. Maybe she had pocket dialled me? Yeah, that must be it. I hung up and immediately redialled. It rang once, I waited for her to answer, but she didn’t. It kept ringing until it went into voicemail.

Okay, maybe she’s asleep and dialled by accident? I can simply just ring her back again and she’ll wake up. After that, I can fall back into my sleep and wake up refreshed for the tour. There was no need to panic, Niall. This was not a big deal.

So, I rang back. I waited for the ‘click’ and then a “hello”, but it still didn’t come. My breath became heavy and much more worry set in. I hopped out of the bed and flicked on the lamp on my locker. I began to pace up and down my darkened bedroom.

Calm down, Niall. Why are you overreacting? Why shouldn’t I overreact, though? What if she’s in some sort of trouble and that’s her way of trying to contact me. Maybe she’s calling for help? What if something terrible has happened? My brain began conflicting ideas.

I knew who I would call. Somebody who’s thoughts would probably be a lot more logical than mine, well maybe only a bit. I needed a different perspective. I knew he’d probably be wide awake, laying there lost in his thoughts.

I grabbed my phone from the bed and dialled his number. It rang once before I heard his husky voice.

“’Ello Nialler, what do you want at this hour, my handsome beauty?” He spoke.

“I need your help. Do you mind coming over, like, right now?” I begged.

“If you insist. Give me ten.”

Good old Harry. He could be so reliable at times, he didn’t even know what I wanted, yet came briskly running.

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“Alright, so you’re telling me, that she called you, didn’t speak, so you called back, no answer and now we’re outside her door… Am I forgetting anything?” Harry asked.

We were both sat in his Range Rover, parked directly across from the large, run down building, which Isobel lived in.

“You forgot to mention that I heard something.” I sighed.

“Mate, you realise we’re going on tour in about six hours?” 

“I know, just trust me. Something is wrong and I know it.” I mumbled.

“You know she has a drinking problem… Maybe she can’t hear her phone? Maybe she’s in a right state?” Harry questioned.

“Yeah and what if she’s not? I could easily forget about it and go to bed, but I don’t want to! She’s my friend and I’m scared!” I was beginning to lose my temper. Why was I the only one worried?