The Secret

Chapter 4: Party Time

My heart dropped. This is where Harry lived? This mansion all by himself. It must be extremely lonely. There was no sound to be heard. Every footstep echoed through the halls walking here. I looked around the room noticing this was the most decorations I had seen since I had been here. There were paintings of beautiful scenery, portraits of people in elegant outfits like they were going to a royal ball, and in between the two giant windows was a painting. It was a young blond, the eyes felt so real, like she was staring into my soul. Her smile was beautiful with the most perfect teeth. I turned facing Harry who was pouring another drink "Your house is beautiful"

"Oh, it isn't mine. I arrived around 10 minutes before you." He chuckled. His hair falling in his face. It was messy, but in the most perfect way. His face was as perfect as all black suit he was wearing. He always looked perfect in anything, or nothing.

I stumbled over my words "What do you mean this isn't your house? Then whose house, is it? What are we doing here? Can we leave?" I asked while walking over to the giant doors that shut us in. I pulled and pushed as hard as I could with no budge.

"Uh no, the butler guy got mad at me for trying to leave, so I recommend just sitting down and waiting. He gave me lunch, which was nice, so I expect they are going to feed us dinner."

I sat on the nearest couch my stomach growling from the lack of breakfast, and now lunch. I kept my posture ready for the moment the doors open to spring. "I'm getting out of here." My leg bouncing, waiting for the perfect moment. I could feel my heart beating harder, faster, almost feeling like it was going to run right out of my chest.

The doors open and I sprinted. Running harder and faster than I ever had. When a hand reached out smacking into my chest. I slammed onto my back knocking the wind out of me. The butler stood over me, looking me up and down making sure there was no true damage. His deep voice mustered out the words "No one is to leave until the lady of the house speaks." The lady of the house? I gasped for air trying to find my words. That's when Niall walked in. He looked like he had been crying. "Sit down Mr. Horan." Niall walked to the nearest couch trembling.

"When... when can we leave?" His voice almost breaking.

"As I said. No one may leave until the lady of the house speaks." The door slammed.

What was going on that we were all being collected here like toys to play with. Around an hour had passed when two others arrived. Some I recognized like Zayn and Louis. Both looking more annoyed that they had to be here. Zayn began pouring two drinks handing one to Louis as they chatted, catching up like nothing weird was going on. "It's probably one of those rich and crazy fans trying to get us back together. This isn't the first time its happened." Louis moaned, sipping his drink, rolling his sea green eyes.

Zayn chuckled and downed the rest of his glass of whatever they were drinking. I wasn't going to have any. I couldn't dull my senses. I needed to figure out how to escape. If it was one of the crazy fans as they said, why was I here?

Harry walked over, handing me a glass of a clear liquid. "It's just a shot of vodka. Well maybe two. I've never been good at making drinks." He laughed. "Trust me, we're going to be out of here in a few hours, might as well enjoy the free booze." Swigging his drink, I took the glass looking at it, had he not remembered last night? My thoughts were racing and I needed to calm my nerves. This wouldn't affect me that much would it? I was never a lightweight, I was always the drunk friend taking care of everyone. I bit my lip and grinned, gulping down the burning liquid in one go. "That's a good girl! Want another?" he smiled.

"God no, this is probably going to go straight to my head, I haven't eaten since being at the airport this morning." He shrugged, walking back over to the bar, grabbing a bottle of water. That's probably smart of him since he was already multiple drinks in.

The door opened again. Another girl walked in. Why did she look so familiar? Golden shoulder length hair, her sky-blue eyes and goddess body, it was the girl from the bar. Niall stood up rushing to her asking "What are you doing here Georgia?" squeezing her tight.

Her voice was elegant and caring as if she hadn't seen Niall in years. "I was getting a coffee when someone walked up to me and told me that you needed me. They said you were in a private hospital, and they were part of the staff that was taking care of you." She scanned him for any signs of injury. Wiping the tears from both their eyes and smiled at him. "I've missed you so much. I thought I would see you tomorrow, but I guess this will have to do. Where even are we?"

Niall looked around, wondering the same thing. "None of us know, we all have been slowly arriving. I've been freaking out."

She smiled at Niall, the kind of smile telling him everything was going to be okay. Taking his hand and guiding him to the couch, sitting next to him. "Why don't we have a shot, just to ease your nerves. Harley had the same idea and now she's more relaxed." Looking at me and winking so Niall couldn't see "Aren't you feeling better now?"

I nodded; my head was already swimming. I could tell I had a few bites of breakfast, and no water last night. Georgia walked over to the bar, pouring a shot of Jameson, I wanted to barf at the look of the bottle. She walked over handing a glass to Niall. "Cheers" the glasses clinked, and they both took their shots with ease. "See, you're going to feel so relaxed in about 10 minutes." Giggling and setting both the glasses on the table.

My body was starting to go numb from the drink, I think Harry poured more than he thought. My head was rushing, trying to figure out what was going on. The doors busted open. The butler strolled in with a tray full on finger sandwiches. They smelled amazing. "The lady of the house has requested that you all eat, as the event will begin in the morning. You shall all find your room directions for this evening on the cards provided." He waved a stack of envelopes setting them beside the tray. "Do not try to escape, as we have guards who are ordered to capture, and kill on site. The dogs also have a nasty bite, and I do hate cleaning up blood. So please, stay and your rooms."

Harry threw his glass against the wall, splintering the glass across the floor. "I'm not eating that shit, and I'm not sleeping here! You probably drugged it and are going to kill us in our sleep!" The sweat beaming off his face, a vein bulging off his temple. How much had he already drunk to be acting this way?

The butler sighed, picking up a sandwich, taking a bite, locking eyes with Harry and never looked away. Finishing it in three bites, he swallowed. "Mr. Styles, the sandwiches are not poisoned. However, they do contain the antidote to the poison you have all been consuming, it is baked into the bread. It seems that it's already beginning to affect you Mr. Styles" grinning, "please, help yourself." He gestured to the tray, turned and walked out. We gathered around the tray. There were now 5 sandwiches, and there were 6 of us.