Hostage

Epilogue

*5 years later*

I wiped the tears from my eyes, throwing some water on my face and running a shaky hands through my hair.

You're okay. Everything's okay. He won't be mad. He won't be mad.

I blew out a deep breath, flushing the toilet quickly before walking out of the bathroom. This house was finally starting to feel like home, and I was slowly beginning to familiarize with it. It was our third house since the incident with my grandmother.

Harry knew that I would be blamed for her death, which is why we fled the country immediately and moved to some foreign country I couldn't even pronounce. We'd stayed there for two years before Harry said that Zayn was causing trouble so then we moved to yet another foreign country.

Nobody liked it there and the people were extremely rude, so we moved to Cancun, Mexico which is where we were currently staying. I knew there would be a time when something else would happen and we'd have to move again.

Cupcake stood at attention immediately upon me exiting the bathroom, wagging her tail and whimpering as she looked at me. "You gotta pee?" I cooed, wiping a couple more tears before beckoning the dog after me. We walked three floors down to the basement, where I opened the back door and let her take off running after Champion.

My palms ran against the fabric of my pants in an attempt to wipe the perspiration off, but it was futile. "Raleigh?" I jumped in fright, spinning around to see Niall wiping his eyes, staring at me dumbly.

"Morning" I chimed happily, easily losing the shakiness in my voice. Niall gave me a half wave, letting his arms drop by his side. "Fuck I'm so tired" He grumbled.

I opened my mouth to ask him why, but was cut off when a petite girl stepped out of his room behind him, her wavy blonde hair a literal nest atop her head. "Come back to bed, baby" She whispered in his ear, completely disregarding my presence. Niall looked very uncomfortable, standing in front of me half naked with girl draped across him.

"Raleigh I need your- oh" The back door opened and Harry walked in, stopping dead in his tracks as he observed the awkward exchange with narrowed eyes.

He grabbed my waist, pulling me into his chest as his eyes scanned the nearly naked girl in front of us. "Niall" He hissed, eyeing the girl suspiciously.

Harry did not like strangers in the house. In fact, he told the boys that if they were ever trying to hook up with a girl, they were to go to her house and not bring her here.

"Excuse me" Harry said sweetly, grinning smugly at the girl. She ignored us, kissing Niall's jaw as he attempted to slide from her arms. "Hey" He snapped harshly, making the girl jump at attention.

"Get the fuck out of my house" He growled, keeping me locked against his chest the entire time.

"What?" She snapped, glaring heavily at Harry. "You get to keep your whores here, but he can't do the same" She barked, staring at my pink pajama pants in distaste.

I huffed, pulling the gun from my back pocket and aiming it directly at her chest. "Get the fuck out before I shoot you"

Harry removed himself from my arms, opting to stand next to me instead. He wound an arm around my shoulders, pulling me messily into his side as we stared down the girl.

She whimpered, backing into Niall before taking off in the direction of the stairs, crying and muttering something about crazy bitches. I waited until I heard the front door slam shut before I dropped my arm to my side.

"Fuck man, can't we go one morning without you pulling a gun out on one of my- my-"

"Your one night stands?" Harry chuckled.