Demon By Day (Sequel To Demon By Night)

Chapter 4- Sorry, It Was A Fly.

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Chapter 4- Sorry, It Was A Fly.

Bailey's POV

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I stood with Harry's arms wrapped around me, until I heard the door slam minutes later. "We need to go down." I told him.

"I know." He replied, tugging at my hand. "Let's go."

I moved along with Harry, and let him lead me down the stairs. Once we got to the bottom of the steps, we were faced with four angry looking faces.

"Harry, what the hell were you thinking?" Louis growled.

He rolled his eyes, and let go of my hand. "I already got this lecture from Bailey, I don't need it from you too." He snapped.

Liam stepped forward, scowling at Harry. "Well too bad, because your getting it from us too."

As the boys took turns scolding Harry, my thoughts wandered to Niall. I glanced at his figure, that was standing two feet away from me. I sent icy glares into side of his blonde head. The thoughts of the poor girl trapped in the closet flooded my mind, and I felt the sudden urge to hit him. I pulled my arm back and swung my hand at the back of Niall's head, not seeming to catch any of the other boys' attention.

He jerked forward, and turned to me, brows furrowed. "What the hell, Bailey?" He asked, holding the back of his head.

"Sorry, there was a fly." I sheepishly replied.

He nodded, and gave me a small smile- which I flakily returned- before tuning back into the conversation. I heard Harry chuckle, catching my attention, he sent a small smirk my way, obviously seeing what I had just done. I bit my lip, holding back a smile.

"Why the hell are you laughing, you bloody idiot?!" Louis seethed. "You should be fucking crying right now! You are the one who killed three innocent girls, remember? You think anyone wants that, Harry? Do you actually think that despite every bad thing a human being has done, do you think that they deserved to be killed that way?"

Niall now stepped in, speaking in his deep Irish accent. "Yeah, no one deserves to have the blood drained from them, man." He agreed with Louis.

I almost gasped, my mouth dropping in shock. I pulled my arm back again, this time hitting him three times.

When he turned around, confusion written on his face- I spoke with clenched teeth. "Well aren't you just a fucking fly magnet today?"

"Do we have problems that we need to discuss?" He asked.

"Nope," I replied, raising my arm again.

This time, Niall caught it before I could slap it down on his head. He nodded towards the steps, before he started walking. I glanced over to Harry and the other boys- who were still deep in conversation- and followed Niall up the steps.

He turned in the hall before the open doorway to his room, facing me. "What's the problem, Bailey? What did I do wrong?" He asked.

"Like you don't know!" I snapped, pushing him back.

Niall stumbled back, and then regained his balance. "No, I don't! Will you please tell me?" He begged.

"You have no right to be hounding on Harry for draining someone's blood when you do it yourself! No right!" I wail at him, pushing him back more.

He looked frightened now, and I know he knew that I had figured out his secret. "I don't know what you mean, Bailey!" He tried to defend himself.

I scoffed, and shoved him as hard as I could, sending him back towards his bed. "I know about Rhea, Niall! Stop pretending you don't know what I'm talking about! You fucking drain the poor girls blood every day, you sick bastard!"