Right at this moment, I thought I had been caught. Sitting up in my bed, I was frozen, scared of making any wrong actions. My breath caught in my throat, preventing me from easy breathing. My eyes wide, and the feeling of my surroundings closing in on me.
Right at this moment, I was face to face with my dad. His expression unreadable, as he stared at me, waiting for my answer. Dressed in nice clothes, probably about to leave somewhere.
"W-What do you mean?" I stuttered, managing to get out a few words. I don't think I have ever been this nervous. The only thought running through my head, 'This is it.' 'You've been caught'.
"Where's Niall? He's missing." He asked, like it was obvious. "H-How would I know?" I stuttered out again. Mentally slapping myself at how suspicious I was being.
"I just thought I'd ask." He said. "You know you should really try to be friends with them." He added, before leaving and closing the door behind him.
Great. Thanks for the suggestion dad. Too bad you don't know your daughter well enough to know that I am actually friends with them. And more than friends with a specific Irish one.
After hearing a click assuring me the door was closed, I rushed over to the closet. I opened up the door to reveal Niall, who looked as scared as me.
"What are you-" I yell whispered. "I have a plan." Niall interrupted. He pushed past me and started to open the window.
"What are you going?!" I hissed. "I'm jumping." He replied, the window now fully open.
"What?!" I yelled quietly, moving in front of the window, blocking his way.
Was he crazy?! Did Niall honestly think I was going to let him jump out of the window? I swear this boy is messed up. Out of all the things he could've come up with, he chose to jump out of the window.
"Megan." He started, putting his hands on my shoulders, and looking into my eyes. "I know what I'm doing." He moved me out the way.
I watched as he climbed through the window. I couldn't see him anymore so I moved closer, to see Niall standing on the roof, looking down.
Even though Niall should probably be the only one nervous right now, I was going crazy. Suddenly thinking of all the bad outcomes that could happen. Twisted ankles, broken bones, death. Okay, maybe not death, but everything seemed possible at this point.
I watched as Niall launched himself off the roof, falling down two stories and landing with a loud thud. He sat on the ground, positioned on his hands and knees.
After a few agonizing seconds of guilt and worry taking over me, Niall got back up on his feet, brushing the grass and dirt from his clothes.
I sighed a sigh of relief, backing up from the window and waiting to witness the rest of his 'wonderful' plan.
A knock at the front door echoed through the house. I left my room and stood at the top of the stairs, watching as my dad answered the door.
"Niall?" My dad asked, shocked. And sure enough, the blonde teenage boy, came walking in.
"Sorry, I went for a short walk." Niall explained. He looked up at my shocked expression for a quick second before looking back at my dad.
My dad's face looked pretty convinced. I can't believe Niall came up with this, and it actually worked. He must of really been thinking in the closet.
"I need to talk to you boys." My dad yelled to the boys in the living room and Niall. "You too Megan." He added, pointing to me.
I joined the boys in the living room, and squished in between Niall and Harry on the couch. My dad sat on the chair across from us, elbows on his knees, beginning to speak.
