Yes, Boss

ninety three.

Harry.

There's several loud knocks at the door, and a ringing of the bell, followed by some more knocking. I groan, my head throbbing. I roll over where Flora is spread out on her back taking up over three quarters of the bed, t shirt riding up over her bump. I stifle a sneeze against the pillow, looking at Flora who stirs too, opening her eyes sleepily, the knocker persists.

"I'll get it" I croak, sitting up as she flops back down with a grateful sigh. I descend the stairs, holding the banister as I feel like I'm about to pass out. I walk almost slap bang into Niall as I reach the hall way, he must have come from work.

"Jesus you look rough" He comments.

"Fucking hell Niall, why are you here?" I pause, sneezing into my arm and sitting down on the bottom step of the stairs tired from the exertion. He takes a cautious step back as if the germs are going to pounce on him.

"Some police came by the office today, left a note with Amber. They heard noises coming from..." He consults a crumpled post it note from his coat pocket.

"One of the units you're renting.. or at least it's under your name, they need permission to search but they can get a warrant" He reads, shoving the note back in his pocket satisfied he passed the message on correctly. Fuck. I forgot.

"Why you rentin' a unit?" He asks nosily.

"Just er..." I struggle to think, my brain going blank.

"Storage, my dad wanted some in London, must have been the guys I hired, thanks for the message" I mumble resting my head against the horribly hard wood of the bannister. I hear the soft thud of feet on the stairs behind me and a hand in my hair, which I suppose is long overdue for a trim.

"What's happening" She mumbles sleepily, I move over a step for her to ease herself down next to me.

"Police are onto ya boyfriend" Niall snickers as she rests her head passively on my shoulder.

"What?" She says, alarmed, voice cracking.

"Shutup Niall" I snap.

"It's nothing.. just some weird stuff happening at my dad's unit, don't fret" I say, patting her knee and shooting Niall a look.

"You two look like death warmed up" Niall comments.

"Thank you for reminding us" Flora growls sarcastically.

"How are the twins cooking?" He asks. I roll my eyes, can he phrase anything normally.

"They're okay thanks" She says, matching my look.

"Can I have some dinner here?" He asks easing his coat from his shoulders and slinging it over my banister.

"I'm not hungry" Flora shrugs. 

"Me neither I agree" Placing my large hand on her leg before getting up. Niall looks miffed. 

"Can I get a takeaway" He asks. 

"I don't care Niall, I'm too sick" I mumble, heading into the kitchen to make a hot drink as Flora retreats back upstairs to bed. Niall follows me in. 

"Yeah but what's really happening at that unit, Harry I get that you don't want Flora to know but you can tell me" Niall badgers, I cough gruffly my throat aching. 

"Eddie's at the unit while I decide what to do with him" I say, turning to Niall who is sitting at the breakfast bar. 

"What.. like alone..?" Niall asks. 

"Security give him food and water" I say. 

"Harry.. don't you think that's a bit, idk.. risky, you can't kidnap people" Niall says, in a hushed tone.. or at least for Niall's standards. 

"Oh so raping my girlfriend is fine is it?" I say, my voice low from being so ill. Niall's mouth moves into a frown. 

"I wasn't saying that I just don't want you to get carried away mate" Niall says. 

"I'll let him go soon.. once things are worked out" I say, pouring the boiling water with deft movements. 

"Okay.. fine, I can't argue. Just remember you've got two little bubba's to think about soon, and they're going to rely on you" He says. I pause, letting my anger go momentarily when I think of what I've got ahead of me. 

"You're right" I admit, pushing a mug across the table to him. 

"I'm always right" He grins. 

"Fuck off, that's the first sense I've ever heard you talk" I grumble. He shrugs, smug smile at his lips. 

"I'm going back to bed do what you want" I say, grabbing the cough medicine from the side. 

"Can I come for a cuddle" He asks, I ignore him, padding back up the stairs warily.