Two of a kind

chapter 4

"So you’ve grown comfortable with me over the past month I see." Niall asked, laying on his bed, starring up at the ceiling. 

"What?" Harry stopped spinning around in the desk chair long enough to shoot Niall a look.

"Im just saying, you don’t sleep with your gun under your pillow anymore. Also you walk around in your underwear all the time."

Harry laughed, “Would you like me to sleep with in under my pillow again?” He shrugged. 

Niall smirked, before shaking his head, “So, are we going to go out tonight?” 

"Nah, I think we’ll go for a kill tomorrow." 

"Oh," Niall sat up straighter, "Uh, okay."

"I think I’m going to get in the shower." Harry said getting up.

"Yeah, I’m gunna go out." Niall said, standing up as well.

"Whatever." Harry chuckled.

"What?" Niall turned around before he reached the door.

"Don’t kill anyone." Harry said before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Niall rolled his eyes, slipping out of the room and down the stairs. He left the hotel and started down the street. His fingers tapped against his leg as he found somewhere to go.

He passed by an alleyway, noticing a guy lighting a cigaret down it. Niall let out an uneasy breath as he watched the guy turn around and head away from Niall.

Niall looked around him, noticing the streets were fairly empty before he headed down the alley himself. He walked fast, catching up with the guy quickly.

He grabbed onto his knife, approaching the man from behind. As his hand pulled it out, the man turned around and pressed his cigaret to Niall’s arm.

Niall barely winced, pushing the man backwards until he was pressed against the brick wall, his knife pressed to his neck. The guy lifted his hands up, starring intently down at Niall.

"You got money?" Niall hissed.

"A little." The man didn’t dare move.

"Give it to me and think twice about killing you."

The guy slowly lowered his hand to reach into his back pocket.

"Really?" Harry slowly walked up to them, Niall looking over, making sure to push more pressure onto the man’s throat so he wouldn’t move.

"What the hell are you doing?" Niall shook.

"I’m not dumb."

"Just leave me alone, I don’t need you following me around everywhere." Niall said quieter.

"You guys going to have you’re drama fest or are you going to take my money and let me go?"

"Shut up!" Niall shouted, taking his knife and stabbing it into the man’s shoulder, bringing it back up to his throat. The man screamed in pain but both Niall and Harry ignored him.

"You can’t blow our cover like this, we’ve had it hidden so well and you’re going to screw it up with an urge." Harry let out calmly. 

"We can’t just let him go, he knows too much now." Niall loosened his grip. 

Harry walked up to the two of them, pulling out his own knife and stabbing it into the man’s stomach, taking Niall by the knife free hand and pulling him away.

"Look, when you get an urge you’ve gotta let it out, I get that."

"No you don’t. You don’t understand what goes on in my head." Niall looked at the ground as he spoke.

"I can tell it really gets to you. You get twitchy and nervous when you need to release, whatever that may be."

"Negative energy." Niall sad quietly again, his hands shaking.

"Okay so when you feel that, bringing a different kind of energy. Do something that makes you happy, give you pleasure, keeps you-"

Harry was interrupted by Niall grabbing onto his neck and colliding their lips together. He inserted his tongue between his lips, moving it fast. Niall pulled back, out of breath.

"S-Sorry, you said I needed a different energy and I just thought-"

"I’ll meet you back at the hotel." Harry stuttered, "Go get yourself some coffee, you’ll feel better." Harry handed Niall a handful of money before jogging off the opposite direction down the street.

Niall sighed, turning on the balls of his feet, heading up the street until he found a coffee shop. He ordered, deciding to take a seat before heading back to the hotel. Niall hadn’t killed anybody in awhile, yet he wasn’t feel nervous.