Fireflies

Chapter Nine-Niall

Sunshine blasted through the flat. I didn't sleep. I was waiting for something. I finished painting my mural. If I died, I wanted Harry to see it. Then it hit me. Harry is with Zayn, oh god what have I done...

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I passed out on the couch with a bottle of wine in my hand. My head felt like it was in an oven. I lifted the bottle up to my lips. Nothing. I stumbled into the kitchen and flung open my fridge. Nothing. Maybe this meant I should stop drinking...

I found aspirin and downed it with a smoothie that was a "hangover cure" It tasted like shit.

I slipped on some pants of the floor and a gray v neck. I stuffed my hands in my pocket to feel a piece of paper. I pulled it out to see a number on it with the name 'Zayn' written on it.  Without thinking I pulled out my phone and dialled it. "Hello?" a husky voice asked. "Zayn." I growled. "Blondie?! I am actually making something for you. We are gonna have a little fun at the abandoned police station on Mikey Ave. I think you will find Hazza in need of medical attention." He chuckled. "What are you doing to him?" I asked. "Oh, he is doing it to himself. Amazing what a little acid can make him do. I gave him a razor and he is tearing up his wrist. Oh, look at that he stopped." I covered my.mouth. "Is he dead?" a distant voice asked. A small scream left my mouth. "Make sure he isn't. Not yet anyway." Zayn said to the voice. "I swear to god Zayn, when I find you, I am making sure you are dead." I tell him. "Oh Blondie, I await my death with open arms. Come and give me the push." he whispered.

The phone line went dead. The phone dropped out of my hand. "Harry?" I asked lowly.

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The stupid decision was to go over there without a gun. I reliezed this as I pulled up to the old police station. It was on the outskirts of town. No one lived in at least a 3 miles radius of this place. It was quiet. I knocked on the boarded up door.  A man with a lion tattoo on his arm opened the door. He looked so drained. "Niall Horan?" He asked me. Words slurring. I nodded. "Jesus, your rather an idiot or brave. Fine line between the two." he said letting me in. I was patted down.

A bunch of big guys stood around wearing masks. They were making drugs... or something... I didn't want any part of it. Zayn jumped out of a room across the room. "Blondie! You did come! I was getting shaky." He sounded like the mad hatter. "Welcome to my amazing fortress! I did it out of irony! Doing illegal things in a police station?! Get it?! Oh, Jesus, I'm hilarious." he said as he walked over to me. Chuckling at himself.

"So Harry is on this kind of drug that makes him just go along with whatever is going on. Ever see Taken? Amazing film. Anyway, the drugs they give the whores in that one house is what I am giving him! Not such a heavy dose tho. Not yet anyway..." Zayn ranted as he guided me to a room. It was the room with the two sides mirror that suspects stand in and are judged by the victim or whatever. It was painted white. "So this is where our little play is gonna take place." Zayn said. "Now sit," he slammed me in a seat and two guys tied me in it with ropes. "and enjoy!"

AN: A little short but I hope you guys are understanding what is going on. Zayn has officially gone off the deep end and wants to torture Niall and Harry, by forcing Niall to see the dark parts of Harry that Harry wanted to keep secret. Tell me you got that please! Any questions please comment and I will try to answer. Thanks for reading even though I have been gone for like 3000 years.