Keep You Safe. . .(a One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 11: The Visitor

It had been three days since Niall returned from the hospital. Since then, I had made sure to fill in Dr. Frederick on every detail since he woke up. He wasn't very happy that I had waited so long to tell him everything, but cooled off when I brought Niall in for a check up on Monday after school.

Liam had also gotten back to me by then. He was able to arrange for a private jet to come and bring Niall home on Thursday. He said he would come along to pick him up, along with some other bandmates, as I had requested, and was very grateful for.

On to of that, Niall was great! He was wonderful company, and I loved spending time with him. After his check-up with Dr. Frederick, I took him shopping for some other clothes, so he would have more to wear than just the t-shirts and sweat pants I first got him. Who knew he would be such a fun shopper? We go in for some shirts, pants, and shoes, and we end up messing around with a bunch of onesies, hats, sunglasses, and most of whatever we could find. I wasn't much of a shopper unless I was in the mood, but I had a great time that day!

Then, whenever I was off at school, work, or just wasn't home, he, obviously, just stayed at my house. But he didn't mind, we had plenty of time to hang around and talk together as soon as I came back home. I also let him have my guitar so he would have something to do while I was gone. My tuner was broken, but apparently he could tune a guitar by ear anyway, so I guess that worked out. I had also never realized how good he was at playing the guitar, he was such a natural, and it was like he didn't even need to think about it. I mean, I haven't had my guitar for very long, but I don't think I could reach his level of skill. Regardless, I especially enjoyed listening to him play and sing.

Now it was Tuesday morning and I was in my third period, which was choir class. Mr. Michaels played a scale on the piano and the class went silent before standing up.

"Good morning, Ovation!" he called out. "We need to get busy, so we're just going to do a quick warm-up today. Please stay focused, here we go!"

He continued to play scales on the piano as we sang along with him. Then as soon as he wrapped us up he signaled us to sit down. Everyone obeyed and pulled out their folders. We knew the drill.

"Thank you! You are all awesome!" Mr. Michaels called out enthusiastically as he pulled out his binder of music and put it on the piano in front of him. "Now first, could we start on page four of "The-"

*BAM*

He was interrupted by the slam of the classroom door, causing almost everyone to jump. We turned to see who it was.

Two men stood in the doorway. One was rather tall and almost impressively built. His light brown hair was barely longer than a buzz cut, but enough to be untamed and rather greasy, yet carelessly pulled sideways over his firm head. He had a stiff and unamused look on his face as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. He grazed his eyes over the crowd of students.

The other was slightly taller than average height. His grey hair was finger-combed back and rather sloppily spotted with gel. His nose was crooked and his face had a tense look on it, as if he was trying to hold back his impatience. Once he stood inside the doorway, he adjusted the tie on his neck before crossing his hands in front of his wrinkled, pale blue, button-down shirt.

"Good morning gentlemen. Can I help you?" Mr. Michaels asked boldly, yet he still seemed as confused as the rest of us.

The shorter man looked between him and the group of choir students.

"Actually yes." he answered rather deeply. I was sure I knew that voice form somewhere, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Before I had time to think about it he continued.