|What Happened to Niall| Niall Centric

Chapter 10 -»Harry Styles«-

55 Court Street. 55 Court Street. 55 Court Street.

I put my shaking hands in my pockets as I read the street signs. I needed to find this house before I jumped out of my skin. Every noise or shape that didn't look familiar made me think I was finally discovered.

The darkness helped me blend into the shadows as I yanked my hood even farther over my face. The little light that I had was from the moon as I stumbled down every street, trying to find the meeting place.

For the first time in my life, I was alone. The moment I stepped out of my house, I was on my own. My sister hugged me tightly before I saw the outside of my house for the first time.

It was chilly, sort of like the nights when the heater didn't work. And the smells that hit me were beautiful. I don't really have words to describe it.

All I knew was that I had been missing out on my life for 17 years. For 17 years, I was forced to stay inside like a prisoner. And I was pissed.

55 Court Street

I checked the sign again, just to make sure I had read that right. When I realized that I had found the house I was looking for, I finally got a good look at it.

It was obvious that this house was old and abandoned if the boarded up windows and broken door were anything to go by. A sigh left my mouth and I watched as I could see my breath in the air. I guess this meant there wouldn't be any heating.

There was a flash of color in an upstairs bedroom that caught my eye. It looked like a person. I crossed my fingers that it was Louis Tomlinson as I carefully climbed the stairs.

The floors creaked as I stepped through the door way. The house was completely dark, the only light came from the moon shining through the cracks in the boards.

"Hello?" I whispered as I ascended the stairs. I didn't get an answer, except the whispering I thought I heard upstairs finally stopped.

I slowly looked into the room that I had seen the person in. What I didn't expect to see was not only Louis Tomlinson, but 2 other boys.

Everyone in the room froze as we stared each other down. I assumed by the way the two other boys looked at me, they weren't an enemy.

I could see the caged look in their eyes. It was a very familiar look that I had seen every day in the mirror, in my own eyes. They weren't first borns like Louis. They were the after children like me.

"I'm Harry Styles. I'm Gemma's brother." I muttered quietly. I tucked my hands back in my pockets so I wouldn't fiddle with them.

"You're Harry Styles?" Louis wonders and I nod my head. "You look different up close." He whispered and it sends a shock through me like he had just electrocuted me.

He knew about me before. But he had kept his mouth shut. I guess he was good at keeping secrets.

I saw the other two boys glancing at as from the corner of my eye. I respected this boy already, I trusted he would help us and our families.

I finally turned to the others and held out my hand. They both reached for it at the same time then pulled back. There was an awkward beat before the first boy took my hand. "My names Liam Payne." He said quietly, his grip was firm. It was a sort of an unspoken rule that we say our last names. We needed to know what families were like us. Did we know them? Were they our neighbors the whole time and we didn't know?

"Zayn Malik." The second boy said boldly, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"And I'm Louis Tomlinson, glad we are all acquainted. We were talking about what was going to happen before you showed up." He rushed. I nodded, taking a seat next to the others and trying to steal some of their body heat.

"And what is going to happen exactly?" I wondered.

A smirk spreads across Louis' face as he turns to Zayn. "This bloke right here says he thinks he can make you guys fake chips. Then we head to this address." He pushes a piece of paper towards me. "I looked it up, it's just some rundown bar. Greg said we need to ask for someone named Kevin and he'll tell us where to go from there. Basically we just need to get you three out of town right now."

I nodded, pushing the paper back to him. He tucked it into his coat and looked to Zayn. "Do we wanna sleep on this or get to work?" Louis asks us, but it's pointed at Zayn. Because the first step was basically all him.

"The faster we get moving, the better. Give me 2 hours." Zayn shoots back and they exchange smiles.

"I'm counting on you art boy." Louis gets up and heads to the window. He stares out it, presumably checking if the coast was clear.

Zayn immediately started pulling things out of the bag he had. Liam looked over with a worried expression as he saw the big needle.

"We." He whispered and Zayn turned to look at him.

"Excuse me?"

"He said 'you'. I think we are all kinda counting on you." The stress in Zayn's back deepens at his words. They all seemed like they were a group already.

"No pressure though." I said and leaned back against the wall. I had a small smile on my face that slowly grew as everyone in the room mirrored mine. The tension in everyone's shoulders lessened just the tiniest bit, but it was the ice breaker we needed.

And just like that, I was suddenly part of the group too.