Missing Pieces - z.m.

twenty-five

HOPE'S POV

"Stay in here, and make no sound at all," Zayn says urgently.

We nod at him, scared of making any noises. He only nods at us, and mouths 'be careful' before going down the ladder and stepping foot on the floor below us. I look around the room, and look at all the artwork on the wall. Macit and Daniel go to opposite walls and examine the marks left and engraved on the walls by Zayn. He was very talented, but he keeps it hidden. I don't know why he does because it's honestly and truly beautiful. I go and sit in the far back of the attick, soon joined by my brothers.

"We'll be fine," Macit whispers. "I promise."

I gulp and nod at him. Daniel takes my hand in his, and I take Macit's hand in mine. We start praying and hoping for the best, even though we're expecting the worst. 

Please God, save us. Keep us safe. Keep us together. Please let everyone be safe, healthy and breathing. Keep all my loved ones safe. 

ZAYN'S POV

I go downstairs to open the door, my heart beating rapidly. There was no way it was going to be Petro, right? I don't even know the guy, but I know he's a heartless, ruthless, son of a b- I was cut off from my thoughts by the doorbell again. "Coming!" I yell.

I swiftly open the door, only to be taken back by surprise from the sight in front of me. Standing in a Scooby Doo onesie, was no other than Harry Edward Styles. Oh, thank God.

"Harry?" I ask surprised.

"Yes, Harry, now can I come in? I've been waiting for ages," he says. "Oh sorry, come on in," I tell him, stepping aside so he could come in.

I close the door. "Harry, what in the world are you wearing?"

He chuckles. "A onesie."

"I know, but why?" 

He shrugs his shoulders. Dammit Harry. "Well, what are you doing here?"

"I was thinking we could have a little party, you know, invite people," he suggests. Absolutely not.

"No," I state. Hope, Macit and Daniel are up in the attick, scared for their lives, and the last thing I need is to host a party with the snake on the loose. I can't have a party, no. It won't be a good thing. Something in my gut tells me that it won't be such a good idea. It has to be a sign. It has to be. Harry pouts at me. "Why not?"

"Because."

"You must have a reason, there's a reason for everything," he says. I know what he wants. He wants to have a party but never has them at his place because Gemma currently lives with him until she has to go back to university again. Gemma isn't the type to party, although she looks really tough and strong. She doesn't like parties and will most probably kill Harry for ever having one with her there. That's why he came here, I think to myself. A good five minutes pass with Harry constantly begging me to agree, but I don't. 

"It's too late," Harry says.

"What do you mean it's too late? I said no," I argue with him.

"I might have-", he was cut off by the door bell. I give him a confused look and open the door, only to be met by a large group of people outside. Michael was at the front. "PARTY!". Just like that, everyone else goes in and scatters around the house. 

"No one go upstairs, it's all downstairs!" Harry tells the crowd.

Oh I'm going to kill you curly.

He looks at me and mouths 'sorry', but I only glare at him. If looks could kill, I would've already killed him three times. "Harry," I tell him. "You have five seconds to run."