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01. locked in

1 - Locked In

A week later I meet him again.

I'm standing alone in the dairy aisle a little too late at night, minding my own business, and I hear the familiar: "Hey."

I slowly look up, expecting somebody else- Possibly the store clerk asking me if I'm homeless, but it's just him. Niall.

Purple-haired and starry-eyed Niall.

"Hello," I turn back towards the milk carton I was buying. "Niall, right?"

"You remembered." He smiles.

"I can't forget." I reply.

"You're more talkative." He states, tilting his head, causing a stand of lilac hair to fall across his forehead, even though his head was covered with a snapback.

"I took my pills." That's a lie.

I never took them; they made me feel like a different personality was being shoved down my throat.

"I like it when your talkative." Niall hums. "You have a soothing kind of voice."

I raise an eyebrow. "You met me a week ago?"

"Or maybe I'm just insane," He grins at me, flashing his straight teeth.

"Your hair is still purple I see." I turn around and start to walk away, this time expecting him to follow me into the next aisle.

"Lilac." He corrects, trailing me. "And yeah, I couldn't just dye it back to blonde right away. I care about my hair."

I give him a small smile and pick up some water bottles.

"Why are you here?" He asks me, noticing I wasn't going to continue with our conversation.

"I'm hungry and my cat is parched." I reply, "Why are you here?"

"I came looking for you."

I give him a weird look. "You are something else, Niall."

"That sentence would sound better if you knew my last name." Niall smirks. "And it's Horan."

"Styles." I look over my shoulder at him briefly, to see him smiling to himself.

"That's a nice last name." Niall's gaze flickers back up at me, before scouting at a couple Arizona drinks on the shelf. "It sounds like a fancy French hairdressers last name."

"Well, I'm going to pay for this now, Niall."

"You do that, Harry." He pulls himself out of his daze, his blue eyes landing back on me.

I nod and skim past him, going towards the cashier and paying for my snacks.

I look back at the aisles though, and Niall isn't there.

I frown, "Could you wait a second please?"

"The store closes in three minutes." The cashier replies in a monotoned voice as he chews bubblegum.

"I'll be fast." I nod, running a hand through my hair, jogging to find Niall.

I call his name a few times and receive nothing, until I hear muffled groaning from the washroom.

Oh God.

Is somebody having sex?

I cover my eyes and push open the door to the make washroom.

Please not be what I think it is, please not be what I think it is-

"Fuck."

I open my eyes to see Niall groaning and withering on the floor of the washroom, clutching to his stomach.

"Niall?" I ask softly as I inch closer, "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?"

I liked how even though he looked like he was about to throw up all over everything, he could still be sarcastic and witty.

That was a nice trait.

"No."

"I think I ate really bad food?"

"Why would you eat bad food?"

"I stole it." Niall groans, banging his head on the floor.

"You stole it?"

"I mean I was in the back of this store and I saw this huge box just overloaded in Arizonas and I couldn't just leave them..." Niall starts. "So I drank a fruit punch."

"Fruit punch isn't even that good!" I throw my hands up in the air.

"I know!" Niall exclaims. "I should've took the damn iced tea."

"How did you get on the floor though?"

"I don't know!" Niall exclaims, before everything goes pitch black.

"Fuck this," Niall whispers, grabbing my wrist and yanking me into his body, as if I would provide some sort of protection in the void of darkness.

"He told me I had three minutes." I whisper as I hear the loud sound of a door locking.

"Are we locked in?"

"Yeah," I murmur. "We're locked in."

"Do you know what that means?"

Even though I can't see Niall, I can hear the grin in his voice.

"What?"

"Free stuff."

"Oh my God," I whisper, pushing him away from me. "One minute in and I'm already done with you Niall."

"Oh, shut up." Niall sits up like its not an issue, but I hear him hiss in pain.

"Where is your phone?" I whisper. "We could call somebody."

"I broke it." Niall murmurs sheepishly. "I forgot it was in my back pocket and it fell into the toilet."

"We are going to die."

"Don't you have a phone?" Niall asks, standing up.

"I hate talking to people in real life." I look at Niall. "Does having a cellphone make it any better?"

"Yes?" Niall replies, pulling me up with a shaky hand, proving how secretly unstable he was.

"No, Niall. It doesn't."

"Follow me," Niall ignores my response as he pulls us through the door. "Your lucky I can see well in the dark."

"Don't be cocky." I whisper back, following the lilac-haired man.

"Sit here." He says, pulling out a dog cushion.

"What? You want me to sit in a dog bed?"

"Please?" He adds, sounding as if he was questioning why I wouldn't want to sit on a bed designed for dogs.

"Hurry up with whatever you're doing, or else I'll be forced to find you." I mutter.

"It's not that dark." Niall murmurs. "I'm just going to look for a phone."

I scoff but don't say anything and let him walk away.

After two minutes of me counting the tiles on the floor, he appears again; with various bags of Doritos and Lays.

"This is illegal." I whisper timidly as he sits beside me on the floor, handing me a bag.

"This, is survival."

A/N:

sorry for any typos im updating on my computer because i didnt need a struggle

i dunno a lot of you wanted the first chapter sooooooooooo here it is i dont have anything else to say

ilysm tho

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