Irresistible

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-One

//Josh//

I have talked to Maura and Bobby since Uncle Juan has ringed me. Well, I couldn’t exactly tell them that I was suspecting of my uncle kidnapping Nialler.  What I did was simply ask them about Niall, spinning some story about how I hadn’t talked to Niall in forever because we’d got in a couple’s row, which was partially true.  The only answer I got was that Niall couldn’t come to the phone at the moment.  I guess they want to protect me since they think of me as a son.

If I had more solid evidence that Uncle Juan had all of them locked up in his new house/laboratory, I would have called the police department already.  Except, I couldn’t.  I couldn’t exactly call the police that my gut feeling is telling me that a scientist kidnapped a group of teenagers.  Since I’m a teenager myself, there is a good possibility that they will scoff at me and tell me to go back to my mummy.

Which means that my best bet is to wait until the next time I go to Doncaster.  I’ve no doubt that Uncle Juan won’t let me in his lab, whether or not it’s located inside his house.  But I do know him well enough to presume that his lab has to be very close to his house. (Unless he’s had a complete change of personality, that is.)

I miss my Nialler terribly.  It’s been more than two weeks since I had last heard his voice and I would be lying if I said that I’m fine.  Call me whipped or whatever but Niall is my everything.  This is why I was devastated when I learnt that he had to move all the way to England.  We have grown to count on each other for whatever we need from each other, be it a friend, a companion, or a lover.  I could always count on Niall to be there for me and in return, he could always count on me.

A few tears begin to well up in my eyes and I let them fall.  If Niall was here with me, he would have pulled me into hug me too tightly.  He would have cooed comfortingly into my ear and even cried with me because that’s the kind of person he is.  He may seem carefree on the outside, but inside, he can be very empathetic.  I think that one time, we spent about ten minutes straight laughing at some romantic comedy and then the next five crying.

The point is, Niall’s disappearance has made me realise many things.  For one, it has reminded just how much Niall means to me.  So I will do whatever it takes for me to get him back.

Before it’s too late.

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//George// [surprise!? We shall see how horribly this goes, haha]

I’m sleepy. And it’s bright. Don’t like bright.  Not good for sleepy.

I yawn and hear someone making a cooing sound.  My ears perk up towards the sound and my head follows, too.  It’s the girls-without-tails and they keep looking at me.  I like girls-without-tails.  The one with really light hair is good to me.  She feeds me and sometimes lets me lick her nose.  Smells friendly too. 

“George,” the one with light hair says, “is it time for a nap?”

I nod slowly, blinking to keep awake for a bit.   Wish I could talk like them.  They don’t understand me when I like we all should.  A sleepy yip and the others come closer to me.  We all go back into our boxes and I circle in my bed for a bit before the bed is all comfortable and warm. I close my eyes and sleep.

“. . . how can they let themselves be treated like this?” I hear one of them say.

“It’s how they were raised, I’ll wager,” another one says.

“B-but! You just saw it. George circled ‘round in his bed like he was an actual puppy before he slept even though he had been practically dead on his feet. It’s like they don’t even know that they’re humans, El!”

“Which is exactly we need to get them out. And hopefully our boys at the same time.”

“Breaks my heart to say this, gals,” the third one says, “but we have to get them out regardless of what states our boyfriends are in. Besides, they’re only human except for Harry. They shouldn’t be terribly interested in them since they won’t be as easy to manipulate as these little guys.”

I yawn and yelp for attention.  I want food.  Or a nice scratch behind my ears.  Ooh, I want someone to scratch my ears.

The girl with blue eyes smiles and opens the box for me. She croons and asks if I sleep well. I nod and nuzzle her hand, rubbing my ear into it.  She laughs before she scratches my ears in the right way.

I fall  back asleep in her lap.