Seeing Things [rare updates]

Chapter three~ Call The Ambulance!

Niall's POV:

I groggily opened my eyes, only to see a lifeless room filled with sun. I stared at the wall for about five minutes before suddenly looking up at the ceiling at my right side. As I felt a sharp pain in my left eye, I squeaked lowly in agony. I just brushed it off and got out of bed.

I headed to the bathroom as the silence made me feel alone in the full house. As I entered the bathroom and looked at the mirror I was shocked by what I saw.

"Holy shit," I quietly whispered as I stared at my bloodshot, red eye. How did this happen? There's no possible way I could've gotten pink eye! I ran to Liam's room, not knowing what else to do. "Liam!" I whisper-screamed as I violently shook his shoulders.

"What the hell, Niall! Have you gone mad?" He said back in a tired, yet slightly sarcastic, voice. He pushed me back towards the end of his bed as he sat up. "Oh god. What's wrong with your eye?" He questioned, horrified to realize what it looked like.

"I don't know! That's why I came to you!" I shouted slightly, panicking a little.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Liam asked me. I could tell he was a little frustrated with me.

"Call an ambulance! I'm hideous!" I dramatically wined as I pulled on the collar of his shirt.

"Get off of me, ya sicko!" Liam exclaimed, jumping off the bed. I pouted at him and wined like a puppy. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. I'll drive you to the hospital," he finally gave in. I instantly smiled widely, causing my eye to sting from squinting.

"Okay, let's go!" I shouted as I pulled Liam through the rooms, out of the house.

~Later that morning~

Harry's POV:

"Let's go!" Is what I heard Niall say in the other room as I woke up. I laughed, getting out of bed and walking to the door.

"Where are you off to?" I asked, leaning out of the doorframe. I waited a few seconds before hearing the front door slam shut. I guess I wasn't getting an answer.

I was wondering what they were doing when an unfamiliar ringtone blared in Louis' room.

"Lou?" I asked as I stood still.

"Louis?" I questioned louder this time. I walked over to Louis' room and knocked. No answer.

I grew impatient and opened the door. I walk straight over to the phone, not bothering to look around the room. I looked at the caller ID of a white iPhone 4. It said 'Justice' with a bunch of hearts. I shrugged and answered.

"Hello?" My deep voice answered.

"Hello, who is this?" She, I'm assuming, casually asked me.

"Harry. Who is this?" I questioned, echoing what she had said.

"Harry? Harry who? Olivia doesn't know a 'Harry'," she informed me, sounding just as confused as me.

"Well I don't know Olivia," I told her.

"Oh. I'm worried about her. She isn't home. And you have her phone," she explained to me. Oh. Well this situation is just great.

"Where was she last? Maybe I could help y-" she cut me off before I could finish.

"Louis. She said she was with Louis!" She squealed into the phone as if she was holding in a secret she was dying to tell.

"Tomlinson?" I asked her calmly.

"She never told me, but probably not," I tried to process this. It makes no sense. It has to be Tomlinson!

"It probably is Louis Tomlinson. Why else would her phone be-" she cut me off yet again.

"So you're Harry S-Styles?" She squeaked.

"Yeah- wait. Yeah, it's me," I told her, jokingly making sure I was me.

"Okay! I gotta go! Bye Harry!" She squealed in happiness.

Just before she hung up, I heard loud, high-pitched screaming. This girl is weird.