The Missing Siren (On Hold)

Chapter 7

It couldn't be. The figure grew larger as it traveled closer. I screamed and squirmed as loud and hard as I could. That last drop of hope in me burned bright.

The man tackled Rory, sending him flying to the ground. They became a whirr of fists and kicks. Screeches and yells echoed around as the two men brawled. It was insane to think that no one from the party noticed.

I crumpled to the ground in a heap and sobbed. I shuddered as I thought of what could've happened if I hadn't been rescued. I wailed in terror, like a lost kitten to its mother. I sat there for several minutes with tears running down my face until I heard the fighting come to a halt.

I glanced up from the embrace of my own arms to see the man had Rory pinned against the gravel of the road.

He was growling threats at my attacker, digging his fingers into Rory's shoulders harshly. He stood up and dragged Rory onto his feet. He hissed a threat into his ear and shoved him, letting go of his shoulders in the process. Rory, wide eyed, turned around and stumbled away as fast as a drunk could move.

The man watched Rory run until he disappeared into the crowd. Then he slowly turned to me. He knelt down in front of me and took my hand in his. I looked up, staring into his face. My eyes widened; my jaw dropped. It couldn't be. But it was.

"Are you alright, love?" Nicholas murmured. I was too shocked to speak. My voice seemed to be hiding deep within me, like a shy child hiding behind a mothers legs. He stroked my hair and picked up my quivering body.

Nicholas gently laid me in the passenger seat, and he jumped into the drivers side. He grabbed my keys from my open purse, undisturbed since I had been searching for my phone. The car roared to life as he drove me home.

It was a quiet few minutes. My voice was still elusive, but Nicholas seemed to understand. He glanced at me a few times and surveyed my state, making sure I was comfortable. He parked in my gravelly drive way and hopped out.

By then, I had gathered enough of my marbles to get out of the car by myself. I stumbled into the house; I barely noticed that Nicholas followed.

I collapsed on my couch in a sobbing heap. Nicholas sat beside me and stroked my back gently, humming a soothing song. Without realizing it, I embraced him. My body was wracked with sobs as he wrapped his arms around me tightly. I breathed in his cologne, which calmed me. We sat there for what felt like hours, me sobbing into his shirt and him stroking my back and humming softly into my ear.

After I had cried out whatever moisture I had in my body, Nicholas carried me to my bed. It didn't cross my mind, how easily he knew his way around my house, even though he had only been into my living room.

Nicholas set me down into my bed and covered me up in my soft, downy blanket.

"Will you be okay alone?" He whispered. He looked at me concerningly, searching my eyes for an answer.

"I'll be fine." I managed to croak. I smiled feebly at Nicholas, "Thank you, for everything."

"No need to thank me. I was just doing what any sane person would do" His voice was full of care. He stroked my hair and left the room, flashing me a heartwarming smile as he left.

Leaving me alone with my thoughts, my mind began to wander. To keep my mind off of the events that had just occurred, I thought of Nicholas. Why had he been there right at the time I needed him? Why was he there in the first place? Didn't he leave with his friend more than a week ago? I tried my hardest to solve these troubling questions, but I couldn't find a possible answer. I fell into an uneasy sleep.

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Hey everyone! Sorry this story sucks so bad. Maybe one day ill rewrite it. But until then, PLEASE READ MY LOUIS TOMLINSON FANFIC NOBODY COMPARES! IT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN THIS IMMATURE JUVENILE JUNK. IT'S ON MY PROFILE