50 shades of Styles

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Niall was tired when it right as it was, the expert appeared. He had a large bag with him and he didn't seem to be old. Niall noted quickly that this wasn't a man, it was a guy in Nialls own age. He put down his bag and he looked surprised around the room, but when he saw the bomb he become serious. He then looked straight at Niall.

"I'm Luke Hemmings and I will ensure that you'll come away from there." Then he looked at everyone else in the room. "And I would prefer to be alone with Niall. I don't want to be distracted."

All glided out of the room without protest. Luke took the bag and came over to the bed. He frowned a little and he peeked down at the bomb. He sat down on his haunches and looked at it. He noted that Niall was tired and that it was a question of minutes before the Irishman gave up hope and took his hand away.

"Sit still." he muttered hoarsely. Niall frowned.

"I have done so for one day or so. It starts to become a little stressful."

Luke smiled at him and then he opened the bag. He picked up various tools and then he took out a mirror. He put the mirror under the bed to see the opposite side of the bomb, and he seemed to look for different clues.

"It's just a bomb." he muttered, just to say something. Niall sighed, and he laid his head back against the bed tired.

"And it can kill me."

Luke nodded a little bit and he seemed pensive. He examined all parts of the bomb gently but methodically.

"Let's say the odds aren't on our side, but if I get my will through, you will be away from here pretty soon."

Niall just tried to smile.

"And I'll trust you?"

Luke nodded and he gave Niall a wry smile.

"What's your choice?"

Niall chose to be silent. He saw Luke took away the mirror and he picked up a screwdriver. He removed some bolts and opened up the sides. He then lay himself down on his stomach and he poked between the wires.

"Do they know who created this?"

Niall shook his head. Luke didn't seem surprised, and he viewed the bomb in detail.

"I would suggest that they are looking for a person as made a searching after information online. This is a miscellany of different parts. There are some cords that you use when you have access to power, but this isn't plugged into the wall. So there must be a Battery?"

Niall understood nothing. He chose to listen anyway, and he saw how Luke began to bring in more investigative leads.

"Yes, it's a battery in there." he mumbled on. "If I just remove the connection to the release and ..."

Niall understood still nothing. He looked toward the door, and he noted that it was quiet everywhere. Maybe that Harry had finally relaxed a little?

----

Harry had panicked.

"Damn that guy was just a boy?"

The agent smiled at Harry and he nodded.

"But he's the best in the area."

Harry went back and forth across the floor, and he refused to see the truth, that he had to rely on them.

"He can the hell make many mistakes before he learns something?"

The agent laughed.

"Mr Styles, I promise you that this guy don't make any mistakes. He is methodical and calm, and he's not afraid. He will help us."

Harry was standing in the middle of the floor and he looked straight at the door, into the playroom. Damn, this was a nightmare and the hours had rolled away. He sensed that Niall was tired, and the question was whether Niall even was alright in there.

"He got food?"

The agent nodded.

"We took care of him and he's doing well despite the circumstances."

Harry chose to continue walking back and forth. The policemen stood on the street and smoked and everyone seemed to try to relax on their own way, but Harry didn't want to be calm, not until Niall was saved and they could return to a normal life again. And Harry was sure about one thing. He would kill that person who had made the bomb. He would blast him into a thousand pieces and throw out the parts to pigs and then he would kill the pigs and... Yes, he was furious.

----

Luke carefully pulled at the cord and he frowned.

"Maybe there's only one solution." He then looked up at Niall. "The thing is that I can't turn it off, but I can give us a five-minute head start to leave the house."

Niall swallowed.

"You mean that it will blow up the apartment?"

Luke nodded tired and he sat up.

"Yes, I can't actually do anything about it." he swallowed and he frowned. "But in five minutes I have time to take you from here and we can run down the stairs and if we are lucky, it's only the apartment as will be destroyed."

Niall felt no fear, he wasn't even nervous. All he wanted was an end to this. Luke stood up and he smiled at Niall.

"I go out and explain the situation to the other. Then I come back and I will be the one who makes sure that you come out. I understand that your legs and arms are tired, but I can do more than you think."

Niall didn't understand. Luke laughed.

"I do like in the movies, I lift you up over the shoulder and then I run like hell."

He then left Niall to tell the others. Niall took a deep breath, he looked around the room. It was almost comical that this room would be the first to be blown up and then the rest of the apartment. Actually, he wasn't the least bit sorry. The only thing he thought about was that Harry might become homeless, and all the precious things would disappear, but Harry had money and he was able to buy new things. Maybe that Harry wanted to take all the furniture out as he wanted to keep? Perhaps he had much that was priceless? Niall thought that it would take a few hours to clear out Harry's home and remove the items. And during that time Niall would only become more and more rigid in the body. He felt that he shouldn't complain, but he sat and felt sorry for himself. But he was preparing. Harry would take their things out and then would Luke deal with the bomb.

----

Luke came back and Niall was surprised when Harry came with him and that it went so fast.

"I got him with me!" muttering Luke a bit stubborn. "He wont leave you."

Niall looked up at Harry. Yes, Harry had been crying and his eyes were tired. He slid down on the floor beside Niall and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I wont leave you." he whispered hoarsely. "I want to be the one who carry you out and make sure you get to safety."

Niall frowned.

"But all your furniture and all your stuff? Shouldn't you take them out first?"

Harry shook his head, and he pulled a hand through Nialls blonde hair.

"The only thing that's valuable in my home are you."