DANGEROUS

The Truth

I couldn’t help it, I had to sneak around. I was waiting in bed for ten minutes trying to fall asleep again but I just couldn’t. There were too many thoughts rolling around in my head about Niall Horan. I wanted to know who he was. I wanted to know why I spotted a gun on him earlier in the night. I wanted to know what was going on.

 I needed to know the truth.

I sat up in bed and looked around the room before getting up. I went to his dresser and shuffled through his drawers. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for but I knew I had to find something sketchy. I didn't find anything. Everything about this room screamed normal teenage boy; clothes scattered around the room, an Xbox 360 with a shelf full of games, posters of girls in bikinis hung up on the wall, etc.

Next, I headed into the closet. Even more clothes, it fact: tons. I could honestly say he had way more than me. The closet was twice the size of my bedroom. I pushed past the clothes in the rack, looked in every nook and cranny, underneath his clothes, everything. I was quick about it too. I didn’t need Niall coming in to see that I had been exploring his closet. He would know that I was up to something.

"Dang it. There has to be something in here." I muttered while sitting on the floor. That was when I saw it, a peculiar looking box sitting on top of the rack of long sleeved shirts. How did I miss that? 

It took me a few minutes to reach it because of my height but I managed to get a good hold of it with the tips of my fingers.  

"Hmm." 

The tin box was in a rectangular shape with an old red Chevrolet on the lid. I quickly popped it open to find a few bags of marijuana and paper. "Niall…" I sighed. I was disappointed in him for doing drugs. But I mean, it was expected. I never actually thought of him as a good guy. I shut the tin box and put it back on the shelf exactly how it was and left the closet.

There isn't anything to be found in here 

I was being so nosey, snooping around in a stranger’s house! It was insane. I had no idea what dangerous territory I was crossing by doing this.

I figured he wasn't coming back for a while, I mean he was taking forever as is. He said ten minutes and it felt like way longer. I ended up leaving his room. The hallway lights were on but there was nobody in sight. I crept down the hall and up a flight of stairs which led to a large set double doors with solid gold handles. 

I couldn't believe what I was doing. My heart was pounding. I was beginning to get scared for sneaking around. I could have turned back at this point. But I wanted answers. 

Who was Niall? What was his family like? 

I breathed in and twisted the two handles in unison, gently cracking the doors open. The lights where on and it was too quiet.  Nobody was in the room. 

I walked in cautiously and stared at the beautiful features of this room. It looked like a bedroom fit for a king. This room was breath taking. I looked around in awe at all of the fancy paintings, the king sized bed with red drapes, and the lit fire place with a painting of an older man with dark brown hair and a mustache. The man in the painting looked so real, as if he could step out of the frame any moment. I couldn’t tell if it was Niall’s dad or grandfather. But he had Niall’s piercing blue eyes.

It wasn't long before I started snooping in there too. I checked underneath the bed, in the closet, and the book shelves. "There has to be something in here. There’s gotta be." I thought.

I pondered over to one of the dressers in the room. It had so many pictures sitting on it of a family. 

Niall's family.