World War 3 (One Direction)

A Little Advice

(A/N) Okay, so I have this idea on a sequel but I would probably only write it if I get requests. Comment if you want a sequel! Love y'all! I added this chapter because I thought that the ending was too soon. Anyway enjoy reading!

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Chapter 30

'Hey, it's Harry again.... If you're ready to talk, I'll be waiting in my room. Yeah, bye.' 'Harold here. I was wondering if you were alright. Just checking. Don't try anything irrational. I'm ready to listen when you decide to open up.' 'Hi Azelynne, could you meet up with me at the floating garden dome this evening at 6? We need to talk.' The phone messages kept playing back the voicemails. The last one was the most recent one from this morning.

I hadn't left the comfort of my room for three whole days. Having barged myself in and locked the door, Harry could have used a spare key and busted in but anyone with brains know it's rude. If not for the built in snack bar and refrigerator, I wouldn't have held on until now.

Agitated, I started pacing back and forth the length of the room, my bare feet slapping noisily against the cold marble floor. I couldn't stay here, in this palace. Nobody would if they beheld so many heart wrenching memories, innocent blood shed, horrifying screams...it'd be torturous. I wanted nothing more to do with this place.

Should I or should I not run away? Strands of silvery hair fell onto the floor as I tried to decide. Every hour or so, I would change my mind, unpacking and replacing supplies into a bag pack. I did not really pay attention to the clock hanging from the wall, and when six o'clock past, it didn't occur to me. Not that it would've matter. I had been ignoring Harry for the past two days so it didn't bother me much.

I slammed a fist into a pillow. I hated how he made me feel. If only things were easier. If only his pathetic-excuse-for-a-human-being uncle never existed, everything would have been the way it used to be. Ven and I would fight over the last piece of meat at this very moment during dinner time, in our small old flat, with mum shaking her head in exasperation. Nolene would still be with her family, Willy didn't have to die.

I would have never met Harry, I reminded myself.

The clock chimed at one in the morning. I pulled on the first jacket in my reach and left the room. I couldn't be cooped up in there forever. A little walk would do me good, stretch out my limbs or something.

The hallways were deserted as expected. It was dark except for a few small lights. It didn't bother me, my eyes easily adjusted to the dark. I had no specific destination, I just wandered around.

Footsteps echoed through the still silence like gunshots and I quickly ducked into a room before I was caught. After a few moments, the footsteps finally faded and I felt it was safe to come out already.

'Holy-' I gasped, my heart jumped into my throat, as a hand touch lightly on my shoulder. 'Don't ever do that! I nearly died of a heart attack.' I clutched my chest and turned around.

Liam smiled apologetically. 'Can't sleep?'

'Well, it's pretty obvious...' I held up my hands, showing off the flashy pair of pyjamas I had on which had the words "sleep like a pig" blinking on and off in lurid colours. Honestly, who designed this stuff? And don't get me started on the fluffy bedroom slippers, I chucked it to the back of the wardrobe. It made snoring noises everytime I took a step. 'Speaking of sleep, is anything troubling you? Hang on, let's take a seat.' I muttered, sitting on the cold floor with my legs crossed before me. I tugged at Liam's hand. 'C'mon. It doesn't matter! Nobody walks around the corridors at this time. So tell me what's wrong?'