Pressure // N.H.

{5} Long Night

The rain dropped on the back of my neck as Niall stared at the two of us, practically appearing as if we were on a twisted romantic evening out.

In plain words,

Niall was pretty pissed.

"Why in the actual fuck are you outside of your house?"Niall said as I studied the water droplets sliding off of his now flat curly blonde hair.

I knew his words were for me but I didn't know how to address them or even the tone they were said to me in.

But Harry spoke for me.

"She went out for a jog" Harry kept me still close to him as Niall wiped his wet face.

As much as his hands glided over his face, the same scowl from the first night I met him, was still very present.

His thin pink lips parted, maybe to send another stern comment my way but this happy meeting was all cut short by a loud shrill from behind us.

And before I knew it we were running, well they were, Harry was still holding on to me making sure only the tip of my toes brushed against the damp gravel every now and then.

My flashlight was only for minimal use as it went out again, making my fear level rise extremely high.

I don't believe I could hear their feet splashing against the puddles anymore but I could hear my heartbeat thump in my ears as my eyes stared into the endless darkness.

Then I felt my body shaking and I rolled my eyes at a set of vibrant emerald green eyes in my face.

I looked around the room, it looked pretty familiar and I realized that I was in my room when my eyes scanned my unpacked boxes everywhere.

"Did you know you had your eyes closed that entire time?" Harry whispered carefully.

I darted my eyes at Niall looking seriously out of then window.

His ocean shaded blue eyes started at nothing but darkness or the lightening that showed the silhouette of the tree branch.

His slender fingers rubbed together before they ran through his flat blonde tasseled strands.

"My clothes are soaked" Niall pulled at his red plaid shirt and then at his skin tight black jeans.

Harry kept his arms around me as the two of us watched Niall pull off his clothes and toss them into a pile somewhere on my floor.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked as Niall scratched the part of his chest that his white tank top didn't cover.

All of the brown chest hairs curling under his fingernails as he scratched.

It was indeed a sight to see.

"We're staying here tonight" Niall huffed as he moved his way to sit his tighty whitey covered bottom on my unmade bed.

"I don't even know you, much less you" I sat up to poke Harry's chest as he giggled lightly.

"Well because of you we have to stay" Niall struggled to reach over to pull the string on the lamp and I furiously stood up and walked over to him.

"You can't fucking stay here" I said as Niall turned his body towards the wall.

"Hey Charlie is it okay if I sleep in this?"

I turned around to look at Harry out of his drenched attire and pulling at one of my sleeping shirts.

An almost plain pink shirt with a gray cat on it with a pink now between its ears.