Nowhere to Hide: A One Direction Fan Fiction

Chapter 10: Liam or Harry?

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Becca's POV:

I gazed out the window as I watched lit up crannies and nooks pass before my eyes. Harry was taking me to my house so I could pick up a change of clothes. The radio was playing faintly in the background as I watched people passing on the sidewalk, even at 10 PM, smiles plastered on their faces. Why can't I be that happy? Once I'm gifted with happiness, it's taken away from me, and I have no choice but to accept the drama that restores in its place. But that's what life's about, right? Drama. All just one big mess of never ending drama. Then again, no one really knows what life's about, I mean you could search the world and never figure it out.

"Don't think so hard," a deep voice startled me. "I'm tired of getting hurt, Harry," I responded quietly, not tearing my eyes from the outside world. "I'd never let anyone hurt you, Becca," he replied as we pulled up to my driveway. I wish I could believe you. I gave him a weak smile and stepped out.

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I was settled between Harry and Liam on their sofa that wrapped around the whole living room as Zayn slid the DVD into the Blu Ray. We were about to watch Dead Silence, or at least that's what the boys mentioned. Just as the previews finished, Liam put his arm around my shoulder. I really hope this movie isn't too gruesome.

Harry's POV:

I scowled yet another time as I watched Becca bury her face in Liam's chest, with her arms tightly wrapped around his torso in fright. I shouldn't be jealous of Liam, maybe he was just being a good friend. Yeah, that's it. He should already know I fancy her, I mean I'm the one who had the guts to ask her out in the first place. I managed to convince myself about Liam throughout the whole movie.

Becca's POV:

The movie came to an end, and I was holding on to Liam's arm for dear life. "Don't be scared, love, it's over," Liam whispered softly in my ear. I slowly unwrapped my arms and sat up. "I'm just gonna get changed into my pyjamas," I spoke, shakily getting up and grabbing my bag. I got several OK's in respond as I shuffled off to the restroom.

I walked out the sitting room, crossing the kitchen and dining room. It was quite dark and silent, which made me think of the movie. Several gory scenes flashed into my head, so I scurried off toward the nearest hallway. There were several halls, and a second floor, so I had to try different doors to find the bathroom.

Finally, I reached the bathroom. Behind the door was an extensively large and elegant restroom. I set my bag of clothing on the toilet seat and stripped of my current wear. Quickly, I changed into my white tanktop and blue and white pyjama pants and put my other set of clothing in the bag. As I was washing my face from tear stains and mascara, the lights in the bathroom went out. Great, a power outage. I wiped my face with a blue face towel that hung loosely on the towel rack, and reached for my bag. *Click* My head snapped toward the newly locked doorknob. Strange, I though. Images of the movie flashed through my mind again, and I swiftly grabbed my bag, unlocked the door, and ran out.

Just as I was sprinting down the last hall, I bumped into a tall figure. I was now lying on the hardwood floor, watching as the person came closer, hovering above me. When they stretched their hand out to me, I flinched and blocked my face with my hands. "No, no! Don't be scared, it's just me," the figure spoke. I sighed in relief and reluctantly took Harry's hand. "Sorry, I was just on my way to see if you were okay, with the outage and all," he explained, pulling me up. "Thanks," I muttered following him down the pitch black hall.

We entered the sitting room, and the floor was now scattered in blankets, pillows, and couch cushions. Liam was busy lighting candles, Zayn was curled up in a ball in the corner, and Niall and Louis were rolling around on the floor, literally wrapping themselves in whatever form of comforter they came in contact with.

"Nice of you people to join us!" Louis mumbled through layers of blankets. I laughed and took a seat on a couch cushion on the floor. "LET'S MAKE A FORT!!" Niall screamed. "YES!!!" Louis screamed in agreement. They wriggled in their blanket burritos, attempting to escape, but tangling themselves up more. Liam shook his head, lighting the last candle, and me and Harry helped Louis and Niall out. Once the room was well lit with candles, Zayn uncurled from his fetus position, and helped us build a fort.

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All six of us were inside our massive fort now and wrapped in blankets. We shared our goodnights and I drifted off to a not-so-peaceful sleep...

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My eyes snapped open and I shot up. I was panting and beads of sweat were running down my forhead. I swallowed, quickly noticing how dry my throat was. I remembered my nightmare, I was walking through the boys' flat when everything went silent, like in the movie. Then, the doll appeared out of nowhereon the sofa. It stared straight at me, it's icy blue eyes piercing into my brown ones, and it started giggled and whipping its head back and forth rapidly. In my dream, I screamed and the doll's expression turned to pure anger and it yanked my tongue right out of my mouth, that's when I woke up.

I scrambled out of the fort and into the kitchen where I poured myself a glass of water. I sipped it, letting the the fresh water ease my dry throat. I set my glass of water in the sink and Liam walked in. "What are you doing up at like 3:00 AM?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. "I could ask you the same thing," I stated. "Just needed some water. You look like you've seen a ghost," he said. "Err.. I just had a nightmare," I told him truthfully. "Mmm.. tell me about it," he said, coming by my side. I told him every detail, right down to the very end.

He stood there, staring, almost as if he was zoned out. I started feeling a bit insecure. "Liam...?" Before I could comprehend anything else, his lips crashed onto mine. They were warm and soft, and they tasted of cherry. I don't know why, but I didn't pull back, in fact I kissed back. Would this be fair to Harry? I broke the kiss and looked at him. "What about Harry?" I said. "Just trust me," he replied. His lips met mine once more, but this kiss was desperate and needy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his found their way around my waist. Why am I acting like this? I can't possibly like Liam, can I? I don't know who I like. Liam or Harry? Before I could decide, someone cleared their throat from the doorway. Please don't be Harry...

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Hehe I'm so mean ;D So Harry or Liam? Lol sorry I've always had a soft spot for Liam :) Don't forget, 4 votes per chappie!