Medication (A One Direction Love Story)

Niall's a Better Robber Than the Robbers!

“Harry,” I whispered in the curly haired one’s ear. “Whatever I do, you go along with it, alright?”

“Without exception,” Harry said, smirking.

“Ew. Not like that,” I said. “Distract them.”

“Okay. Got it,” Harry said. I stared around the room suspiciously, until I saw the candy bars at the front of the pharmacy. “Hey, da Vinci.”

Oh, no.

“Nice… Jacket. Where did you get it from?” Harry asked, placing his hand to his chin in thought.

“I dunno, gay lord. A thrift store,” the man answered. Zayn burst out laughing, but was quickly silenced when the man brought the gun to his nose.

“Sorry, sorry!” Zayn said, holding his hands up innocently. “Don’t shoot me!”

“Michelangelo! Enough!” da Vinci yelled.

“Ooh! You’re Michelangelo! Can I have an autograph?” Harry said. I shook my head. “What’s his name, then?” he pointed at the third guy. “Is your name Brunelleschi?”

“What the hell, gay lord is psychic!?” Michelangelo yelled.

“Is that your real name?” Harry asked one of them.

“No, my real name is-“

“SHUT UP!” Brunelleschi yelled. By this time, I had snuck behind a couple aisles and had made my way to the very front of the pharmacy, where there were magazines and candy bars. I picked out about six magazines to keep us entertained, yes, in the middle of a robbery, and six sugar free candy bars before stashing them in my bag and tip toeing back to where everyone was. Brunelleschi, Michelangelo, and da Vinci didn’t even realize I was gone. I sat next to Harry, who was asking about one of their daughters.

“How is she doing?” Harry asked, obviously interested.

“Oh, good. She’s turning three this month,” Brunelleschi said. He must be the dumb one. There’s always a dumb one in a group of robbers.

“Brunelleschi!” Michelangelo bellowed, smacking the back of his head. “Shut up and get over here!”

“Fine, fine,” Brunelleschi said, and they left us all alone to go to another room. Are they stupid or something? We could run out this instant. Wait, we should!

“Did you bring food?” Niall whispered in my ear, making me jump. “Sorry.”

I dug into my bag and handed him a candy bar.

“Sugar-free? Really?” Niall said, his tone disappointed. I glared at him.

“Hey, if we ever get out alive, I owe you dinner,” I said, biting and swallowing half my candy bar. I handed each of the boys one, except for Zayn, along with a magazine. “Entertain yourselves.”

Louis leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I texted Liam.”

I froze, my half-eaten candy bar hovering just in front of my mouth. He texted Liam? Talia’s with Liam. Liam took Talia. Talia might be dead. Liam might be dead. I need to stop blabbering in my thoughts.

“And?” I whispered back, trying to keep my cool.

“They’re alive,” Louis said. I was wondering why he seemed so happy, well as happy as you can get during a robbery, anyways. “Talia’s a bit… Out of it, though.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?” I hissed back.

“I mean, she’s unconscious,” Louis said. I dropped my candy bar, but Niall caught it and put it in his mouth before I could do anything. “But alive. Unconscious but alive.”