invasato [h.s]

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Niall Horan

"I'm getting worried." I shake my head, looking down at my watch.

"You need to relax, they're probably fucking and they'll be here after." Liam remarks, sipping his drink and laughing at his own remark but I wasn't in the mood. My gut was feeling off—like something wasn't right.

We've been waiting for Harry and Elaina so we can celebrate, but I haven't heard from anyone. Harry's gone silent and my texts won't even go through to Elaina.

"Have you tried calling?" Angela asks from the couch in the VIP lounge as I pace around.

"Calling, texting. Everything." I murmur, my hand running through my hair. "Zayn isn't here either. What if something went down?"

"Zayn and Elaina are in a weird place right now, maybe—"

"Zayn wouldn't miss something like this." I say, hands on my hips as I think for a moment.

I've never been great with gut instincts...but the last time I felt this way was when Harry and I found his mom.

I won't be able to live with myself if somethings happened and I stayed at the bar.

"I'm gonna go see if everything's okay." I state, taking my car keys from my pocket.

"Need backup?" Louis asks.

"You guys should stay here incase they show up."

I'm about to turn to head down the stairs but Angela stands up, placing her drink on the table. "I'm coming with you."

I look at her and shake my head. "If something happened, I don't want you to see—"

"This is my brother and my best friend we're talking about." she firmly states. "There's no debate, I'm coming."

I know she won't have it any other way, so I just nod and let her lead the way down the stairs.

"We need an actual game plan if they're in trouble." I say, rapidly following behind Angela as we weave our way through the lower level of the bar.

"You got a gun in your car?" she asks without looking at me.

"You know I do."

"There's our game plan." she says. Just by her walk and her tone, I can tell she's in kill mode. She'll be furious and make it her goal to end anyone who has potentially caused harm to either of her loved ones.

And I won't stop her, I feel the same way.

We make it through the front doors. "Okay, I'll drive and I want you to call—"

I'm cut off when Angela freezes in her tracks, causing me to almost crash into her with how sudden the stop was. I furrow my brows, looking at her to find she's staring at something to the left.

I follow the gaze, quickly realizing that Zayn is outside the bar, smoking a cigarette.

"Zayn?" Angela starts, running to him. "Where have you been?"

Immediately seeing his face, I can tell easily that he's not sober. But it's also not a good buzz that he's under...he looks like hell.

Hollow and red eyes, dry lips, hair hanging in his face messily.

Zayn stays quiet for a moment, smoking his cigarette and looking numbly ahead.

"Zayn, what's going on?" I question.