The Thief's Kiss

Chapter 3: Never get caught

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Chapter 3: Never get caught

Faye's POV

Oh my god! Oh my god! We were captured! That was the first rule of being a borrower. NEVER get captured. I clutch onto Niall as the boy, Louis, carried the jar containing us into what I guessed was his room. He set it down in the desk and sat down in th chair in front of us. He leaned in and basically put his billboard size face in the glass of the jar. I screamed and buried my head into Niall's shoulder.

"Hello little borrowers, my name's Louis," he said, "What's your names?" All Niall and I could do was slowly back away because we were to scared to even comprehend anything else. When we didn't answer, Louis' face twisted into a look of confusion. He seriously didn't understand while we were afraid?!? Geez, I thought humans were supposed to be smarter than that. But, anyways, putting that aside, I am so freakin scared right now and I don't know what to do!

Louis's POV

I carried my jar back to my room being careful not to bother douchebag, whoops, I mean Zayn. I quietly opened and shut the door and extremely carefully placed the jar containing my precious treasures onto my desk. I sat down on my chair and stared into the jar to look at the borrowers. The girl was fairly pretty, but was nothing compared to Eleanor. The boy seemed protective over her, maybe they're dating? OMG borrower love! So cute! I noticed the girl screaming and putting her face in the boy's shoulder.

"Hello little borrowers, my name is Louis. Whats your names?" I asked. The two little people started to back up slowly with a look of pure terror on their faces. Why are they so scared? I won't hurt them! Relazation slapped me across the face. These were tiny people! I probably look gigantic to them! I could hurt them with my littlest toe, which was probably their size. It seems weird to be bigger than someone. Growing up, I was always the smallest kid in my class. Heck, now a days I'm still only like 5'5. I mean I'm slightly taller than some girls, but most guys, including Zayn, tower over me. To these inch tall people, I am really a giant.

"Don't worry, I know I must be huge and intimidating to you, but I promise I will never hurt you. I just want a friend to talk to." I said in the gentlest voice I could muster with my excitement. The boy let in first and stopped moving and just stood there not so much scared, but cautious. The girl, realizing that the boy had stopped, did the exact same.

"There we go," I smiled, "Now, what are your names?"

"My name is Niall," the boy said with a hint of an Irish accent. Irish? What is he doing all the way in Manchester?

"My name is Faye," the girl said so quietly that I barely could hear her tiny voice.

I smiled. These little creatures who had no power over what was going to happen to them, had trusted me enough to talk to me.

Over the next few hours, I talk to them and ask them questions. My best friends were truly these little borrowers who I had just met.