Escape From Reality (N.H)

chapter seven

I wake up to banging on the door. I tiredly look over at Niall who was looking at me just as confused. "What!" He shouted clearly not happy that he got woken up. Harry opened the door walking in sitting at the end of the bed not caring that he is sat on my feet. "Going shopping need anything?" He asked Niall. I huffed moving my feet turning over pulling the covers with me. Niall grumbled a no before yawning. "Do you need anything gem?"

Niall asked smiling. I was about to say no thanks but I was cut off. "Dream on. I'm not wasting my money on that" he smiled smugly walking out. I didn't understand why Niall wouldn't say anything to harry. But then maybe he thinks that I can stick up for myself.

I looked over at Niall. He already had his eyes closed. I sighed shutting my eyes also. Soon I fell back to sleep.

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"Awh look at them" I heard. I didn't want to open my eyes. I was too tired. I snuggled deeper into the pillow taking a deep breath. "Guys take a picture!" It sounded like Megan. "It's rank. Why would Niall want to be touching that?" I frowned slightly. I heard what sounded like someone hitting someone. Harry mumbled a sorry. Confused I opened my eyes. My head was not really on a pillow. It was resting in Niall's chest. I smiled then heard a clicking noise. It was Megan with her phone. "When did you get here?" I asked quietly not wanting to wake Niall. Louis harry and Megan was stood at the end of the bed. "Harry invited me. Some how he got my number" Megan looked so happy. I just hoped harry wouldn't hurt her. I looked over to harry narrowing my eyes. Like a little warning.

Niall started moving under me. I looked up at him smiling. He looked down at me confused. He soon pushed me off him. I frowned pulling the covers over my head.

Why is Niall so bipolar? "Can you please get out? Now!" Niall spoke with a hint of anger in his voice. Megan was the last one out. Before she shut the door she turned back looking at Niall then to me. "Are you okay Gemini?" She asked. Looking back at Niall. As if she was making sure he was listening. "It's okay Megan. I will be out in a bit okay" I spoke quietly not really wanting to answer her question. It kind of angers me how one time Niall is sweet and the next all snappy. She smiled at me before shutting the door behind her.

"Do you have any clothes I can borrow? Maybe something that won't cut down to low" I asked looking over at Niall who was now looking in his wardrobe. He pulled out his own jeans and a band shirt with the Beatles on it. He passed them to me staying quiet. I bit my lip raising my eyebrow at him. He looked at me confused.

"W. Why are you doing that" he spoke softly. "Do you um. Can I have." I cleared my throat blushing. "I need under where." I looked down hiding my cheeked. I heard him chuckle before chucking something at me. The boxers. I laughed at him before throwing a pillow at him. Niall turned back to me pouting slightly. I shook my head smiling making my way to the bathroom. I got changed rolling up the jeans. Niall was about an inch or two talker than me. I saw a hair brush on the Side of the bath. I looked into the mirror. I needed to use the brush. My hair was a mess. Without thinking I picked it up running it through my messy hair. I pulled a hair band off my wrist putting my hair in a side mermaid braid. There was a few lose strands of hair by my bangs. I just tucked them behind my ear. Once I was finished I went back into Niall's room. He had just finished getting changed himself. I smiled picking up my phone. Hoping that my mum would have at least sent a text. Sadly she didn't. I sighed sitting on the bed. I don't understand. Does she not care. It has something happened to her.

That thought made me feel sick. "You okay" Niall asked sitting next to me. I shrugged. "What if something's happened with my mum. She still hasn't messaged me or called me" I looked through my phone looking to see when the last time she called me.

Funnily enough it was the day before Niall tweeted me. Why is things changing now. Lots of things seemed to have stopped happening when Niall followed me and tweeted. Like when I have my funny turns. When my brain takes control. That hasn't happened.