Hybrids {Narry & Ziam AU}

Chapter 1

 Harry's POV

I opened my eyes and sat up with a rush. I felt a small headache coming on from my quick movement, but I didn't care.

I dreamt about the hybrids killing my family, a nightmare I hadn't for a long time.

I shuddered as my family's screams replayed in my head. I shuddered as the shrill cries shook my body over and over.

Then I remembered last night. I whipped my head around to look at the window, thankful for the distraction from my nightmare.

Those eyes. Glowing, with small slits for pupils, staring at me.

I shakily got out of bed. Where did they come from?

Those eyes weren't human. Yet, how could a hybrid get past the dome?

And why was it looking through my  window?

I slammed the blinds shut and quickly got dressed into some clean clothes. I smoothed my hair down a bit as I made my way out into the living room.

 Louis was still passed out on the couch but Liam was gone. He must still be sleeping.

Walking into the kitchen, I checked my phone. It was only 9. As I was going to get myself a bowl of cereal, I groaned when I realized it was Monday. I totally forgot! I have work today. At this point I was going in late.

I quickly finished my Frosted Flakes and ran to put my shoes and coat on. When I was all dressed I sprinted outside and towards the bakery. It wasn't too far away.

Once I arrived, I took a moment to stand in the doorway to catch my breath.

After I recovered, I walked in the shop and saw my boss, a frazzled Ms.Brown, running around to clean up tables.

"Harry! Oh thank goodness you're here! Will called in sick and I've been running this place all by myself!" she shouted, referring to my coworker who didn't have the greatest track record when it came to coming to work.

I nodded and sprinted past her to get my apron.

I tied it on and started a batch of cookies. I sighed as I relaxed a bit, watching the cookies bake.

My relaxation was short lived when my thoughts were brought back to those creepy eyes once again.

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 After 3 o'clock, I hung up my apron and quietly walked out of the bakery. Today had been a horribly busy day.

I was either cleaning, cooking, or at the register with no breaks. It was exhausting. Will really needs to get better at showing up for his job.

I didn't have lunch today either so that left me starving too.

As per usual I was wrapped up in my own thoughts. So naturally I nearly fell over in surprise when I heard a loud hissing from the alley I was walking past.

Normally I would have ran as fast as I could, but I began to hear voices.

Curiosity driving me, I moved out of the entrance of the alleyway, hoping to be out of sight, and stood there listening to their conversation.

"Shh, be quiet Zayn, someone might here us," a voice said.

"Well I can't help it, that really hurt," claimed a different voice.

"Sorry," the other voice quickly apologized.

"It's too late anyways Zayn. I can hear and smell someone. It wouldn't surprise me if whoever it is, is listening to us now."

Are they talking about me!?

How could he hear me?

I held my breath, maybe that was what they were hearing.

"Ha! They stopped breathing. It can definitely hear us."

"I hear them too," the voice that must have been Zayn, said.

Should I run? I don't know. If I do they may try and catch me. They probably could since I'm so tired from work today.

I felt my lungs begging for air. I couldn't hold it any longer as I gasped, opening my mouth and allowing oxygen to fill my chest.

I could hear quiet laughing coming from the two men.

Deciding to take my chances, I turned to run away.  To my surprise, an arm came around my neck and pulled me into the alley. I groaned as I was thrown to the ground. I slid a couple feet and then I hit a wall. I cried out as pain shot through my backside.

"Hey! I saw this guy yesterday!" the first voice yelled.

"Oh really?" Zayn said.

I groaned as I held my now pounding head. In the next instant I was pinned down.

"Hi there. I'm Niall."

I up towards Niall's face and what I saw nearly made me faint in fear.

Those glowing eyes were back, and were once again, intently looking down on me.

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(Edited version)

-GenuinelyHoran