The Runner ➳ Narry (Book One)

Chapter Thirty-Two

A/N: Hiii, thanks so much for all the reads and votes! Sorry about the super short chapters in the beginning, but they're going to be a lot longer now. There's not a lot of Narry action, as a lot of you miiiight have been hoping for, but this is like supposed to be intense I guess. Keep you on edge! Hopefully it's not super shitty! So yeah, thanks so much guys and keep commenting and voting! :) Updates will be decently fast.

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It started raining again. The Camaro's windshield wipers didn't seem to go fast enough, water blurring the windshield faster than the plastic cleaners could go. I sat in the backseat, slouching down with embarrassment. Louis drove cautiously now that we were in full daylight, Harry was sat in the seat beside me.

Greg's house was probably a mess. Broken shards of glass and exploded tea scattering the floor. I don't know what came over me, I thought I was doing better.

"Niall," Louis snapped me out of my thoughts. His eyes scanned mine from the front seat, worry collecting in his features. "What happened back there? What did Greg do?"

I saw Harry tense beside me, his jaw clenching. "Nothing," I said. "Greg didn't hurt me. Both of you need to stop worrying."

"Then what was that all about? We heard yelling and things breaking," Louis' voice was soft but firm.

"We just got into an argument," I replied, twiddling my thumbs. "I got mad and I smashed the tea cup."

"What were you arguing about?" Louis asked. We were driving on an old street, run down buildings on each side.

I sighed. "You guys."

Harry's head snapped towards me. "What did he say about us? I swear to god-"

"He was just looking out for me," I cut Harry off. "That's all."

"What did he say?" Louis repeated Harry's question.

"He doesn't think you're safe. That you're bad news, and I shouldn't be hanging around you guys," I said. Louis sighed, removing a hand from the steering wheel to run through his hair. Harry stared at his feet.

"Do you believe him?" Louis asked, locking eyes with me through the mirror.

I didn't hesitate. "Kind of." I shrugged and said, "but I don't care."

Harry bit his lip. "Niall," he started, but sighed loudly. "Niall, we might not be the best people to hang around."

"I know that," I said. "But I don't care. I'm a part of this now, you even said so yourself."

"I should have never gone home with you," Harry muttered. My face fell.

"What?" I questioned, pain drenching my voice.

"It's not safe," Harry looked at me, sorrow in his eyes. "We're not safe."

"How are you not safe? How could you even say that?" I felt tears threatening to come out. Hold it together, Niall.

"What Harry is trying to say," Louis cut in, sighing. "Is that what we do isn't normal. You're just some random guy that happened to be dragged into it."

"And what is it that you do?" I asked, slumping back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest. "You're not murderers too, are you?"

"No!" Louis exclaimed, then let out a deep sigh. "Of course not."

Harry stayed silent beside me. "Then what? What is so abnormal about you guys that you aren't safe?" I asked. I was so confused, none of this was making sense.