About Angels - Narry

Chapter 3

Niall POV

'Niall, wake up. I need your help.' I hear someone say. I don't have a clue who it is and at the moment I'm a little too tired to go and figure it out, so I simply turn around and bury my face in my pillow. 'Niall, you got to get out of bed, or I'll make you get out the hard way.' By now I've recognized the voice as Liam's.

Without giving me any time to get out myself, Liam pours a cup filled with water over my head. I spring up and glare at him, my hair dripping. 'OKAY! I'm awake! What do you need?' I mumble sitting on the bed. Liam is a famous rapper and one of my best friends. 

I live in his house, yes his cause he's the one paying the bills. Liam's bedroom is on the complete opposite of mine though and his house is more like a mansion. 

Liam sits down next to me with a sigh. 'I called Harry again yesterday. I was high after that party at Nick and I don't remember a bit of it. I don't know what to do anymore. I can't use him like that.' 

From what I know, Harry is a prostitute. Something I'm against and Liam knows that very well. Liam met him through Zayn, a student who goes to the same university as me and to pay for university, he models for various companies. He has the body and face for it, so it never really surprised me when he first told me that. Zayn's also known to be a good party host and I agree on that statement, been to a few of his sick parties. Liam to more and apparently at one he was high and Harry had been there. Since then, Liam always calls Harry to come over when he's high, even when every time he's sober he tells me he won't do it again. 

'Well, how do you want to fix that? You always tell me you won't do it again and guess what? Each time you knock on my door telling me you have.' I tell him with a knowing look in his direction. 

'I have an idea. Can't you tell him that whenever I call him he should not pick up? I'm too scared to go and tell him, how can I even look him in the eye ever again?' Liam asks me with such a desperate undertone that I feel a little bad for him. Only just a little, it's not right to use someone just for fucking sex. 

'Alright, I'll go tell him. Tell me where I can find him.' I should not be surprised when Liam tells me where it is. The street he mentions is known as a place to find lots of drug-dealers and prostitutes. I believe even the police knows, but they don't do anything against it. 

Liam thanks me more than a thousand times, which is basically every time I see him in the house today. It's winter holiday and a cold one that is. It started snowing this morning and it hasn't stopped yet. I can barely look out the window, the only thing I see is white and more white. 

With a thick coat on and scarf wrapped around my neck I try to block out the cold air that's being blown in my direction. I fail at that or the wind just hates me and decides it's funny to make me a snowman or something. After making my car free of snow, I step in and put the heater on it's hottest setting. It takes a while for it to get comfortable enough and for my fingers to defrost. 

Once they're finally defrost I turn the key around to start the car and drive away. I drive in a slow pace, not wanting to be the cause of any major accident. 

I need to find Harry, I don't really know how he looks like but for some reason I always pictured my best friend Harry Styles. I haven't seen or spoken to him for almost five years, one day he just didn't show up in school anymore.

Harry Styles always had a closed off personality and got bullied in High school for not being like everyone else. I always stood up for him, which is probably the only reason I wasn't bullied, I'm not like everyone else either. My blue eyes are probably the only thing about me that could be called average. I don't mind being extraordinary, normal is boring in my opinion. 

The street were I need to be is not accessible for cars, so I park a few streets away and walk the remaining part. I've been on the road for longer than I thought I notice as I look on my watch to see it's a little past three am already. I don't know till what time prostitutes work, but on one side I hope they still work on this time but there is a bigger part of me that hopes everyone is safe inside their homes instead out here in the snow. 

It seems like everyone stopped working, the street is almost completely empty except for one figure standing with his back to me. He's completely heaped up and I can see from this distance that he's only wearing a very thin tank top. I curse under my breath to the person who is responsible for these people. Are clothes really that bad?

I walk over to the figure and the closer I come the more confused I get. He has a lot of thinks resembling Harry, my best friend. I still see him as my best friend even if we haven't spoken in years and I have no idea where he is or if he's even alive. 

Once I get close enough I can see him shivering uncontrollably. I can't help but feel disgusted. It's horrible enough to let him do this job, but is it necessary to let him get sick? I softly place my hand on his shoulder. He turns around in one motion, probably scared of my sudden placed hand. Once he tilts his head up and looks at me with his emerald eyes I can't help but stand there frozen and not from the cold. His eyes widen as well and he takes me in and I still can't find it in me to move or speak or do anything really. It just can't be him, but it is. 

'Niall?'

A/N 

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