50 shades of Styles

36

Niall was in a fog. Harry sent for his bodyguards, the police and even some agents as was specialized in bombs. Niall didn't even care that he and all them, was in the playroom. He sensed what everyone thought about it, and in fact, he couldn't even be ashamed over the truth. "Yes we play sex games with each other." he just wanted to say, but everyone seemed to be more interested in the bomb for the moment. Harry sat down on the floor behind Niall and he raised his hand under Nialls arm and helped him to hold it up, because the arm was now tired.

"It's an advanced bomb!" someone said.

"It's created by a man who knows what he's doing." said another person.

"We should call the FBI!"

Yes, all had different comments and it didn't become a benefit. Niall whole body was shaking and the tears didn't stop flowing. Harry took the other arm around him and it was as if he too, had lost strength.

"It will work out." Harry mumbled, although Niall heard he lied. No, this was going to be the end of everything.

Right as it was stood an agent up and he looked straight at Harry.

"We need to work on this for a while and I think it's best that you leave the room."

Direct Harry become stiff all over.

"He's my boyfriend and..."

A police officer seemed to agree with the agent.

"The fewer people who are here, the faster we will solve the problem."

Harry growled.

"He's my boyfriend!" he almost shouted straight out again. "You are in our private room and I think I have a right to be here."

Niall couldn't care more or less. He turned his face tired towards Harry.

"It's okay!" he whispered hoarsely. "And maybe you do more good out there?"

Harry frowned.

"No, Niall, I wont leave you here."

Niall came up with a faint smile.

"But it's okay!" he said quickly. "I think they need space to figure out what to do and maybe you should help to find the culprit for this?"

Harry growled.

"Niall, I..."

Niall turned completely on his face and looked at Harry, and he shook his head.

"No Harry, right now you can't decide anything and this isn't the time for a fight over nothing."

Harry become quiet. It was as if the air vanished from him and he just stared at Niall. Perhaps that reality caught up with him? Niall doubted it, but he suspected that it would be best if he left. That way he wouldn't die if the bomb was tripped.

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"I don't know how to solve this."

The guy who said that was under the bed and he went through all the things in the bomb. Niall tried to think, but the only thing that turned up was the fact that Harry anyway wouldn't die.

"Maybe I should give up?" he whispered hoarsely. One of the agents in the room tried to smile at him.

"No, we are here to help you and I'm sure that soon we can find a guy who knows how to turn that thing off."

Niall swallowed. He frowned and he laid his head against the bed. A guy who could do this? Right as it was turned a name up in his head.

"Harry knows a guy called Ed and he's a pro at making bombs."