Short Stories

Seized (Narry)

Next prompt is the Narry Prompt Two. (Literally there was like three tied and I really just chose the order after that.)

Next prompt will be Nouis Prompt One!


Prompt:

Niall and Harry are in bed after a nice day of relaxing, sex and cuddling. As they are about to fall asleep at 12 o'clock at night, a burglar comes in.

Enjoy!

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Harry double checked that the towel was wrapped loosely around his waist, smiling and then opening the door to the bedroom, his smile broadening at the sight of Niall sitting overtop of the covers with only one of his own shirts that engulfed his small frame on and to top that there was only just a minuscule amount of the sheets hiding his lower region.
"All cleaned up?" Niall asked, shifting on his knees and now laying down on the creased and bundled covers from their recent activity.
He just nodded, fisting the small knot he made to keep the towel up on his hips just to make sure. He didn't know why he was so insecure around his own boyfriend of four years, since the tour started he knew that Niall was his and only his, but I guess you could say that his heresy was getting to him, why was Niall even with him? Those alluring blue eyes, the blonde locks that somedays were limp against the boys forehead and other days jelled up in a fine hairstyle. And that curvy, pale and seductive body that brought lustful sparks to his eyes whenever they had their blissful sex.

"You alright babe?" Niall asked, that twinkle in his eyes shone through the dim lighting of their shared bedroom.
"Y-yeah." He stammered and walked over to the closet, opening the door and then grabbing a pair of boxers and slipping them on under the towel. He felt those same eyes burning into his back as he changed, like they were trying to look through his mind to search for whatever he was thinking.
He turned around, raising a brow and blushing just the slightest bit when he noticed that Niall was starring at him the whole time.
Niall didn't blush, but just smiled cheekily and shuffled around in the king sized bed until he was again sitting up but on his knees and kneeling just a few feet away from him. Harry licked his lips, seeing the pale, dirty hips emerging from the little by little amount of sheets that splayed across his blonde boyfriends lower area.
"Come on, back to bed." Niall said, his voice sounded small, but he does that a lot, that desirable tone that made him almost weak at the knees.

Harry just nodded stiffly, clearing his throat and slowly shuffling into the bed along side Niall.
He was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, distracted by Niall's amusing stare, but truly it wasn't like they were going to do anything at midnight.

"Back to bed." Niall whispered into his ear, but now it was more welcoming and sleepy. He just smiled and looked up, also kneeling in front of the gorgeous man in front of him, that was now lacing his gaunt fingers through his messy mat of hair.

They found themselves laying side by side, Niall still attached to his hair, but now at the nape of his neck and just slighting tugging on the small curly hairs. It was a moment that happened very rarely when they had nights like this, usually they would get dressed into their pajama's (more like boxers or as little clothing as possible) and fall asleep, not really having a long and meaningful talk, not having pleasurable sex, nothing, their nights were truthfully boring.

But tonight, he just felt like it was going to be much more different then the others.

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Harry had fallen asleep before Niall, his short and scruffy snores coming from his lips, his arms encased around Niall's waist, his chin rested on top of Niall's head.
But Niall lay awake, gazing at the window and the curtains that swept with the light gust of wind. He knew that he should fall asleep, they had another day of interviews tomorrow and he didn't want to be cranky. But those sky blue eyes seemed to not want to close, to lear him into the dream world.
He blinked and then shifted his stare to the painted walls, gliding his eyes along the white paint and stopping at the wooden door.
That's when the sound came, the sound of the floorboards creaking and grimy, hefty boots echoing along the corridors of the upstairs hallway.
He stiffened, his breath caught in his throat, those memorizing eyes widening in fear and confusion.
No one is supposed to he here.
It can't be Liam, Louis or Zayn... Could it?
My parents? Harry's parents?
No. They don't live by us, and they wouldn't come in the middle of the night.
Would they?
Thoughts, explanations and theories rushed through Niall's mind like a train off its tracks. All jumbled up and scattered everywhere, going so fast that he didn't have control.
"H-Harry?" Niall whispered, more like croaked out, his voice hoarse for some reason that could only lead to him being the weak one in the relationship.
I grumble came from behind him, Harry shifting his limbs poking at his spine and bum. "Please Harry... I think... I think someone's in the house." Niall whispered, this time it was a hushed tone. The sound of the boots becoming more vibrant.
But suddenly the sound of the bathroom door creaking opened got Harry moving and sitting up on his elbows, blinking rapidly and squinting his eyes past the moonlight and looking at Niall.
"What the hell?" Harry mumbled, now fully awake and alert as he stared at the bedroom door.
Niall's breath became faster, his eyes still blown wide with utter fear, taking his hands and holding them onto the front of Harry's shirt and laying his head onto Harry's chest, hearing Harry's blistering heartbeat.
Suddenly the boots became the loudest of all, now right outside the doorway, the casted shadow the seeped through the crack at the bottom of the door was proof that someone was standing right outside their bedroom.
Harry abruptly moved away from Niall, both of them wincing at the sound of the covers shifting and the bed creaking with their movement.
Grabbing the lamp that was set on top of the bedside table, unplugging it and then moving it in his arms until it was in a combat positions. Moving out of the bed and standing as brave as possible, waiting for the door to burst open.

The silence was almost unbearable, Niall felt like the intruder could just hear their rapid heartbeats, like the person that was just a few feet away from them, blocked by something that could easily be opened, could sense how scared both of them were.

The sound of the doorknob turning brought Niall back to reality, a small gasp left his lips and he slapped his hand over his mouth. But Harry definitely heard it and snapped his head over towards Niall, starring at him with vast eyes, his whole body shaking.
Harry jerked his head over towards the closet that still was ajar. Niall didn't protest any longer, seeing Harry's furious and frantic expression and the door now the door opened, Niall flinging himself to the closet and closing the door as he flung himself inside of it.
"Who the fuck are you?!" The sound of Harry's rough and low British accent that was overlapped with pure outrage and uncertainty.
But that's all Niall heard, after that all was heard was the sound of struggle, screams of pain and something being flung against the closet door making Niall scream in surprise as the door almost fell off its hinges and over top of him. All that was next was the sound of something being dragged across the wooden flooring, the sound of skin slipping scrapping across the ground, like the the souls of shoes squeaking across the ground.
Then Dead silence.
That feeling that just happened just a few minutes ago, or was it hour ago? The feeling that the person behind the door that could be opened so easily... Could sense his own fear, and hear his swift heartbeat, hear his rigid breaths.

Tears came to his eyes, more then before, more like they couldn't stop now, like they were going to last forever, his sadness implanted into his heart and mind.
Is my Harry dead?!
Niall thought as he crawled as slow and careful as possible to the back of the closet, wincing at the sound of the hangers squeaking against the metal bars that they were hanging from.
But those jumbled up thoughts had stopped, like they were slower. And now Niall realized, he didn't care about anything else, didn't care about his safety, this person behind the door kicking the door opened and killing him, he cared for one thing and that one thing had seized his heart and captivated it for its own.
Harry Styles, and he wasn't going to be able to live without that man.

The doorknob turned and it wasn't as slow and teasing as before, it opened fast and their in front of him was a masked man, broad shoulders and pulsing biceps, Niall was the weak on in the relationship, like he had said, and he couldn't take this man, this man could snap him like a twig.
But then again, Niall didn't care.

The man smiled through the ski mask, taking a gloved hand out and slapping Niall hard across the cheek, making it sting and become as rosy as it already was.
"Looks like your already ready for me." The man sneered and looked Niall up and down.
And oh right, Niall wasn't wearing anything to cover up his dignity.
The man pulled Niall up and slammed him onto the ground in the middle of the bedroom. Him taking off his leather gloves and then moving his hands all along Niall bum, slipping them around his lower region.
Niall screamed, oh but not because of the mans perverted ways. No.

At the blood that was overlapping the painted walls of their room, the wooden floor now splattered with the red fluid.
And there, right in the middle of the bed, the bed they made love in, had their first relaxing night that was consumed with love and passionate kisses, there, there was his Harry laying with blood smeared on his face, still dripping down his cheeks and onto the ruffled up covers that they once had sex in and cuddled in. Blood splattered onto his t-shirt and hands, like this was a murder scene.

Which, to Niall's sudden realization, that this is probably a murder scene. And maybe this wasn't just going to be one victim dead.

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A.N:

I don't know, this was kind of a knew style of writing that I did, more wordy then my other short stories.

And don't say "I would've liked this to be longer" because I'm making you people decide if you want a part two or for me to just do the next prompt on my prompt list.

I will have Floral Weapon up soon so don't stress if I'm not updating it as soon as possible, if you do read that book you can tell that the chapters are much longer.

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