The Cover-up (A One Direction Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 1

       Kay so here's the first chapter! Hope you like it.

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 I sigh, tugging the last of my luggage from the trunk of the bright yellow taxi. I pay the cabi, and then move all of my things onto the concrete sidewalk. Drop.

 I look up towards the sky and see a bunch of dark, stormy looking clouds pouring rain down onto the streets of London.

 Well… Hello to you too England.

 I pick up all of my bags and suitcases again, dragging them into the huge apartment complex. Ugh, why did I have to pack so much damn stuff?!

 Alright…what apartment number does Niall live in again? I drop my things to the ground and pull out my phone, scrolling through the text messages until I find the one from Uncle Si. It has Niall’s address in it, along with some small reminders.

 Scrolling….scrolling….still scrolling…ah hah!

 Number twenty-two.  Alright. Off to hell!

 Once I finally found Niall’s place, I hefted my luggage to the side and knock on the door.

 No answer. I knock again.

 Ugh. Still no answer.

  He said he’d be here! I groan and pull out the key Si gave to me, thrusting it into the keyhole and unlocking the door, throwing it open. I leave my things outside, knowing I’d make Niall bring them in for me.

  “Hello?” I call out, walking in through the small, dimly lit entry.

  There are a few pictures on the walls of people I don’t recognize. Probably his friends or family back in Ireland.  I shrug and head toward the small living room, where a large couch sat in the middle and a flat screen hung on the wall across from it. A coffee table was placed in front of the couch with a box of pizza on top.

  Ooooh…I’m hungry.

   I walk over and grab a slice of the cheesy, meat-smothered goodness. Taking a bite, I walk further into the apartment, loving the feeling of cheese melting in my mouth. I see a small hallway and head down it.

   There are a few doors there, all seemed to be unopened, so I head into the first one. Which… is a bathroom. A very… smelly bathroom. God, hasn’t this boy heard of air freshener?

 “We’re going to have to work on that…” I muttered in disgust.

 I shut the door and head to the next one, which is slightly ajar. I push it open all the way, automatically smiling at what I see. A music room!

 There’s a beautiful white grand piano smack dab in the middle, and a few guitars on stands all around. There’s a small desk with papers scattered all over it in the far corner, and an office chair near it. I close my eyes as the smell of the light wood floor wafted through my nose. This is…amazing. I’ll have to come back and check it out later.

 I close the door, and move to the last one at the very end of the hall. It was bright red, taped on it was a picture of a saxophone player that had little music notes coming out from the instrument. I smiled, oh Niall.

 I pushed the door open whilst taking a bite of my pizza, and nearly choked from what I saw.

 Harry was lying shirtless on the bed, with Niall just on top of him. Niall’s blonde locks were stuck up all over the place and Harold’s curls were pushed back from his face. Their lips were bright red and swollen, their bodies glistening with sweat