Code Black (N.S)

10.

Harry's POV

We had been trapped in the closet for a while now. I wasn't exactly sure for how long exactly, but it had to have been at least an hour or so. Understandably, the shock hadn't eased in the slightest, in fact I was beginning to feel a lot worse. 

I was terrified. It had gone silent a little while ago but it did little to ease how I was feeling. Aside from me moving to be closer to Niall, neither of us had moved since I had shut the door. We hadn't spoken since the argument we had when we first entered the closet, with the exception of me trying to calm Niall down, which was a futile effort considering I was barely stable enough to keep myself calm.

Not to mention, I wasn't exactly the best person to be trying to make Niall feel better. 

The paint fumes were strong, not strong enough to make us feel nauseous or anything but it was strong enough to make me feel slightly dizzy, though I wasn't sure if our current situation was to blame for that as well.

Overall, the small space we were trapped in was really cramped and immensely uncomfortable but I didn't dare to complain. If Niall had claustrophobia and could manage alright, then I should be able to as well.

I wondered what my family were doing at that moment. I wondered if they knew where I was right now and if they did, who would have told them.

How would they react?

Would they even be upset about it?

Of course, I hoped that they did because at least then I would know that they cared enough about me to cry about it, even if I didn't exactly deserve it.

What about my friends? Particularly Louis and Zayn, who I had known since we were children, there hadn't been a day since then when I didn't have them to lean on. I just hoped that the people who I cared about were okay, the last thing I wanted was for something horrible to happen to Louis or Zayn.

My mind drifted back to the current moment and I realised I was still desperately clinging to Niall. It felt weird to call him that, as I had spent so much of my time calling him an insult of some kind. 

I felt him tremble slightly in my arms. He had been rather restless since we had both been in there and I put that down to him being even more anxious because of the claustrophobia, so I couldn't exactly blame him. I made no effort to make him feel worse because I wasn't in the mood and I didn't want to scare him any more than he already was.

Why was I suddenly being so nice to him?

I spent this time to look at him properly, noticing how his body was warm, regardless of the shivering. Or how his dyed blond hair still looked so soft and perfect, even after he had run his hand through it several times.

What concerned me slightly was the fact that I could feel his bones from beneath his shirt. I knew he was skinny but I hadn't realised he was exactly this small. I could feel every little curve and I could clearly tell where his spine was, as it seemed to stick out quite a bit.

Why was I suddenly so concerned?

One minute I wanted to beat the shit out of him, and the next I am looking at him like he was some beautiful and fragile flower.

Wait...did I just say that Niall was beautiful?

Obviously. 

I wasn't exactly lying though. Even though I was straight, I couldn't deny just how beautiful Niall was. His skin was softer than any girl I had dated. His blond hair, which was dyed like pretty much all of the blonde female population of this school, but his looked soft and perfect, which was nothing like the other girls.