Hybrids {Narry & Ziam AU}

Chapter 4

Niall's POV

I dragged Harry away from the intensifying scene in the other room. Once in the hallway, I gestured for him to go in front of me so I could follow. Matching my step to Harry's we made our way into what was, presumably, the kitchen.

I looked around the room I was in, clueless as to what most everything in there was. Much of the technology was lost on me. I cannot recall a time I had been inside an actual home before. I've always lived in stone buildings, devoid of the comfort and warmth I felt here. I don't know why we get told the human world is so terrible. Maybe to prevent escape attempts?

Whatever the reason, this would be something nice for Zayn and I to get used to.

The two of us have been through a lot. We grew up together, Zayn's parents not around. He would often be living at my place. We are best mates, him and I.

After entering the kitchen, I looked to Harry, waiting for him to find me something to eat.

My heart tugged at the sight of him. I don't know what it is but, I keep getting this strange feeling around him. It's part of the reason that I made him take Zayn and I in rather than just killing him in that alley. It would have hurt me to see someone so beautiful die. It also was because he was so scared of us, I knew it was unlikely that he would put up a fight.

"Why do you look like that?" Harry asked me.

I scowled. What was that supposed to mean?

Noticing my expression, he quickly backtracked, "That came out wrong, why do you look like you've never seen a kitchen before?"

"Uh," I needed to make something up, "I don't know, why do you look like you've just been told your dog died all the time?"

Why did that come out of my mouth?

Harry frowned, my words hurting him. It looked like I hit a nerve.

My chest hurt as I knew that I had caused him to be upset. This was worse than the guilt I felt whenever I thought about forcing myself into his home. It's likely because of my presence, I've yet to see any positive emotion out of him in the first place.

"Sorry, that wasn't right of me to say," I muttered.

The urge to make him feel better was stronger than my need to put on a brave front. Remaining in control of the house was a number one priority. However, my heart currently said differently.

"Are you okay?" Harry came closer to me, looking into my eyes.

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"You, the person who is forcing me to let you stay in my apartment, are apologizing for hurting my feelings. Seems kind of ironic."

"I'm not a terrible person you know," I shrugged avoiding his gaze, "Desperate times call for desperate measures."

Harry gave me another confused stare.

"Just show me the food please," I asked. My body was nearly moaning in hunger by now. I hadn't eaten in couple of days and everything was beginning to hurt.

He shook his head and then walked to a tall rectangle and opened it. Looking to me, he said, "This is the refrigerator," like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I suppose to him it may have been.

He then walked to a door in the wall. He opened that and it revealed even more food.

"And this is the pantry. Got it?" he asked.

I nodded. Shouldn't be too hard to remember. I rushed over to the "refrigerator," Harry's eyes trained on me the whole time.

Harry's POV

What the hell is wrong with this guy? The more I'm around him, the more confused I become.

I rushed back to the bedroom to be with Liam and Louis, and away from Niall. Unfortunately when I got there, Zayn was still around as well.

Looking in, I could see that Liam was cowering in the corner and Zayn and Louis were in each other's faces. Again.

Niall wasn't here to put an end to it this time. It didn't appear Liam would be doing much to prevent a brawl from breaking out either. Now it was my turn to be a mediator. Feeling brave I spoke, "What is going on in here?"

Louis looked at me and then jabbed his finger into Zayn's chest and said, "This ass won't tell me why him and his friend have decided to make us keep them in our apartment."

"I wouldn't expect them to," I sighed, sitting down on the bed.

"That's all you have to say about this.... this... issue?!" he cried, "Why do I seem to be the only one trying to do anything about this?"

"I would prefer to keep my body in one piece," I stated, "How're we supposed to get help anyway?"

"How about call the police?!" Louis practically screamed. He tried for the second time today, to reach for his phone.

Zayn growled and pushed Louis to the ground.

"You really want to try that again bud?" Zayn asked, "Do you really want to see what will happen when you don't do as I say?"

"Or we could fight them ourselves," Louis hissed, clearly pissed that he had been shoved.

"Right, come at me then little boy," Zayn bit back.

Louis's eyes flashed with rage. Before he could throw himself at Zayn, I grabbed onto him.

"That is not a good idea," I looked into his eyes, trying to reason with him.

"I can't believe you're willing to submit to this ridiculousness so easily," Louis muttered. The fire in his eyes dying out.

I let go of him, feeling slightly ashamed at my cowardice. If I believed the three of us could win in a fight against Niall and Zayn, maybe I'd agree with him. However, as of right now, I didn't.

Louis glared at Zayn as he smirked before removing himself from the bedroom.

Niall's POV

I heard the confrontation going on in the other room as I was eating. Harry sounded so defeated. I had half a mind to go in there and break it up myself. I felt my presence wouldn't have helped much in this situation though.

I knew Zayn had a temper on him. Unfortunately, so did this Louis guy. They didn't mix well together and clearly there were going to be problems with that.

I really wish things didn't have to be this way. In a perfect world, the five of us could be friends. How nice that would be...

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(Edited version)

-GenuinelyHoran