Escaped Criminal (Z.M.)

disclosure

Talking to Niall felt somewhat refreshing. It was as if I felt rejuvenated just by talking to someone other than Zayn in the last few days. That probably had to mean something.

He told me so much about himself. He told me things that I don't think most people would know. Stuff that I probably would have never told anyone if I were in his situation. It was like a new side of Niall was uncovered, and I admit I quite like it.

His humour is incredible and very similar to my own. He has such a stunning smile, and I found out he used to have braces and he showed a photo of him before them when he was younger.

Niall really was a cute child to say the least. I noticed he had brown hair in his younger years, however, which of course made me grow curious. Apparently he dyed it blonde and it generally intrigued me. I mean, sure I can see it now having him as a natural brunette, but before I would never have guessed, apart from the regrowth.

Being with Niall was generally uplifting. I felt so much happier. We would laugh, and we would smile, and we would just have fun. It was like we both forgot about everything that has ever happened and lived in the moment. And no - we did not kiss.

I could never kiss Niall. I would feel like I'd have betrayed Zayn's trust, and I couldn't have that. Plus, I feel like Niall's more of a brother rather than someone I see intimately.

I search around the house for Zayn, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Not even in the hiding place we decided on earlier.

I frown, feeling annoyance and irritation mixed with worry and doubt. Where exactly could he be? What is he doing?

Message from unknown number: you looked so hot today. I just wanted to rip off that dress of yours and fuck you right then and there ;)

A shiver runs down my spine. I wasn't aware of who sent me this message, but I knew it couldn't have been Niall. I've already got Niall's number saved in my contacts, besides, he knows we're only friends.

When I look above the message, I notice it's the same number as the other message I got a few days ago asking for nudes. But if they got the wrong number, wouldn't they have realised already? This is so bizarre.

Right when I turn off my phone, it buzzes and the screen illuminates. I unlock my phone and gasp as I stare at the attachment from the same unknown number only a moment ago.

Message from unknown number: *attached image*

Message from unknown number: what a shame it would be if he found out about your little secret...

The photo attached is a candid of myself and Niall. We're sitting across from each other, fully in conversation. The two of us are laughing with each other, animatedly conversing.

Goosebumps rise across my arm, hairs standing on end. There was no one in the room with us. Niall couldn't have possibly taken the photo, so who took the photo?

My stomach flips, and not in a good way. It made my skin crawl, and I just wanted to throw my phone at a wall and never look at it again, but instead I turn it off and focus on something else.

Breathe. Yes, in and out. You're fine. It's someone clearly playing a prank on you. You're fine. Just keep calm.

I exhale through my nose and I feel relieved. I'm going to be okay. I just know it.