“Are you a boy or a girl,” Niall’s voice broke the silence with an almost cautious tone as I turned my head to where he was roughly.
“What?” I hissed in response not wanting anyone outside to hear our conversation.
Niall was silent for a moment, as if he was afraid of me, “20 questions?” it wasn’t a statement it was a question, one at which I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“You realise we’re as good as dead and you want to play a game?” I demanded incredulously, Niall laughed lightly.
“You know if you worry too much you might die,” he was trying to sound serious but I could hear an undercurrent of humour.
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of right now.” I reminded him causing him to break out in a loud hum, “what in the name of God are you doing?” I demanded.
“You are being negative.” He stated, “god knows we’re fucked but doesn’t mean we have to believe it.”
“What do you even mean?” I hissed back at him.
“I’m in a closet with Harry Styles!” Niall began shouting loudly.
“Closetstragram!”
“Niall shut up!” I whispered harshly.
“Come and get some lucky charms!” Niall yelled at the top of his voice.
“Will you shut the fuck up in there!” A voice growled from outside the door.
“No!” was Niall’s retort, “come in here and make me!” without further encouragement the door to the closet was whipped open to reveal a towering figure all in black, I winced slightly at the intrusion of light, but immediately tried assessing the situation outside the room. Three exits and three guards including this one, now I just needed a way out.
“I needa piss.” I blurted suddenly, both Niall and the man turned to me with flustered expressions, “I mean I…I need the bathroom.” They both continued to stare.
“What?” the man said.
“Er…my bladder has reached full capacity.” The man looked at me like I had just told him I was giving birth to a peacock, “there’s going to be a puddle.” I said seriously. The guard sighed before coming closer to me.
“I’m coming in with you.” He told me, shit that was going to make things harder.
I think we both saw it at the same time, Niall, in a burst of energy jumped from his chair and ripped himself from his bindings which he must have been undoing since we were both placed unceremoniously in here.
“Irish fury!” he screamed, grabbing his chair and swinging it so that it hit the man who was so close to untying me across the head knocking him to the ground, he then proceeded to flee from the room.
“Run run as fast as you can, you’ll never catch me I’m an Irish man!” his shoes made squeaking sounds as all of the guards chased him, mine slowly rose from the ground hand on head and trailed after them, leaving me to languish in my own stupidity at having not realised Niall’s plan.
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Have you ever come up with the world’s greatest plan? Literally the best plan in the world and everything’s just dandy, till you get about half way through it and realise you have to die at the end. Well this is roughly about where I was. I was running through some alien building that I had not a clue where I was going, I barely knew my own house never mind January’s old school, but I was running as fast as my legs would carry me, as though I was streaking for a bet. Fuck, there it was, a way out…or in. A fire door with an alarm attached. Barely glancing over my shoulder I acknowledged that I was not yet in sight of my chasers. With all my might-which isn’t a hell of a lot- I slammed my body into the door so an alarm rang out, piercing the night air, quickly I doubled back and ran round the side of the building and into another entrance.
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Thunder
Fanfiction"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
