Supernatural {Niall and Harry}

Chapter 7

Nialls P.O.V

I really want Isabella to remember me. I don't know how and why she doesn't, she claims she 'hit' her head really badly and had to go to the hospital, and forgot a few things.

I look at the time. It's now 5 a.m, and I haven't even slept.

Being supernatural is amazing, you don't have to sleep, but we just choose too.

I look out my big window, thinking about Isabella, when my thoughts get interrupted when someone walks in my room.

"Niall..?" I turn my head, to notice Isabella.

I smile, she does too.

She walks over to my bed, and sits on the edge of it.

She looks really tired, in fact, exhausted.

I sit up right next to her, wrapping the sheets around her.

"Are you alright?" I ask. She shakes her head.

"I just don't feel very well." She says,

Isabellas P.O.V

"I just don't feel very well" I say to Niall. He looks at me worriedly.

I start to cough, I've been pretty much holding that in all night.

He grabs my hand, and leads me out of the bedroom and downstairs.

He hands me one of his sweaters, and grabs one for himself.

I put the sweater on, puzzled about why I do.

He opens the door, and I just stand there. Does he want me to leave?

He chuckles.

"Are you going?" He asks still holding the door.

I slowly walk out, and he follows behind, locking the door.

Then Niall gets into a car, and he opens the passenger door for me.

I step in and sit.

"I'm taking you to a pharmacy if you haven't already noticed" he says.

I nod, and he drives off.

Harrys P.O.V

I wake up and head downstairs.

I smile to myself. I'm the first one up!

I hear a loud bang coming from the basement, so I go down there.

I walk down the short hall and to the locked door. I pull out my keys and open it.

When I walk in, Jake automatically glares at me. I locked him up in a room where only the 5 of us boys can find him.

"Morning Jake" I say. He looks at me and groans.

"I SAID MORNING JAKE!" I repeat myself.

He grins. "Yea, I heard you the first time, idiot" he hisses.

My fists clench up, and I punch him, of course it's much harder then how an average man punches, at least 100 times harder, but I don't care.

"Never answer me like that!" I shout.

He sighs. "Is Isabella okay, did any of you hurt her?" He asks.

"She's fine.." I say. He nods.

"And even if we did hurt her, you can't do anything about it" I chuckle.

Jake stands up, and swings his arm at me, put I catch it before it could touch me.

I flip him over.