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07. the sirens calling

A/N: shit here the surprise comes i hope you're prepared emotionally because pLOT TWISTS GET REAL

7 - The Sirens Calling

My worn out sneakers made loud footsteps as I wandered through the empty food aisle, looking for a gross combination of food to make Niall eat.

Niall had eventually lost, refusing to answer any questions about his past or life.

I found that offensive; how he asked every single personal question that he could get out of me, but anything about him I couldn't ask because he wouldn't answe.

And atop that, it was a struggle to get down from atop the shelves-- I nearly broke every bone in my body.

"Oh shit." I hear Niall mumble from his place few aisles to the right of me before I jump at the loud sound of a police siren nearing the store.

Are they here for us? Will we get out?

"Harry!" Niall shouts, snapping me out of my muse.

I widen my eyes at the urgency in his voice and quickly run to him.

"Yeah?"

"The police are here." Niall whispers, grabbing my hand and pulling out the journal I was doodling in, "Take this, you need to go."

"How did you get that? It was back at the--"

"I'm fast." Niall replies, shoving the book in my hand. "I, um, wrote some stuff in there for you, don't look at it until you get home."

"Niall--?"

"The police are here for me, not you." Niall interrupts.

"What did you do?" I whisper, "Fuck, Niall!"

"You'll know soon enough." Niall laughs, but it comes out sad and bitter.

"Niall." I frown.

"Go through the staff room and there's a door there that leads to the back of the store. Go through it and leave."

"What? There's a way out?"

Niall grimaces and doesn't reply, but instead bites his lip.

"What the hell! Niall!"

"I wanted to spend more time with you! I'm sorry, I just-- You're a great person to be around Harry. I didn't just want to say goodbye."

"How long did you know it was there?!"

"When, um..." Niall bites his lip, "I told you I was looking for a phone..."

"That was when we first got trapped in here! Niall!" I exclaim. "Fuck you!"

Niall just sighs and hangs his head low. "I'm sorry, Harry."

I turn around and start to open the staff door as the sound of men at the front of the store trying to break in echo throughout the building.

"Aren't you coming?" I raise my eyebrow at Niall.

I'm still a bit pissed off at him for knowing that we could leave and not telling me but I don't exactly want him in the store alone.

With a dozen or so police officers.

"I'm right behind you."

I open my mouth to speak, but we're interrupted by the sound of glass breaking.

"Hands up! Where I can see them!" I hear a deep voice shout.

Shit.

"Niall!" I whisper.