Fate

Chapter 3-The cute blond boy

Nialls POV

As soon as the hand released from my mouth, my sight became blurry and I fell onto the couch, applying pressure to my head, to try and stop it from bleeding. I was beginning to feel a bit woozy, i guess all that running was catching up to me. As my eyelids were drooping, a head loomed over my head. She was beautiful, with long brown hair, and brown eyes, her skin a darker tone than mine, like a light brown. My hand slowly began to fall, as I was slipping out of consciousness. That was when she spoke in her beautiful voice.

"Don't worry, my name is Allyson, I'm going to help you." She said it in a very tired voice, she sounded afraid, but serious. Her voice sounded smooth, and calm. Like chocolate. Maybe I am going insane. Those were my last thoughts before falling out of consciousness.

Allyson's POV

As soon as he fell asleep, I grabbed the first aid kit from one of the cupboards in the kitchen and a towel that was conveniently placed near the sink. Like anyone would actually need this. Nobody lived here in the first place. I kneeled next to the blond boy and applied pressure using the towel to stop the bleeding. He was cute when he slept-- he does look familiar though..... I sighed and took the towel from his head. I couldn't remember anything... I just woke up outside of town, there were no signs of life... thplasticine almost.....plastic. All I had in my pockets was a key with the number 52 on it. I realized that the-- oddly-- the houses were numbered, so I found number 52 and got into the house, just before the explosions sounded... then the boy.... I shook my head, and went through his hair to find the cut-- I've never seen a cut this size before-- I don't even know who this boy was... he looked about 19. I'm 18, but that's it. I don't know anything else, it was all just a blur. I shook my head, and got back to work... I cleaned up the cut with my hands, removing any rock or dirt so it wouldn't get infected. I took out the roll of gauze and wrapped it around his head delicately-- I didn't want to wake him-- I put the first aid kit away and just stared at him, wondering what to do next. I'm sure there were others, I heard a bunch of voices at the store across town while I was looking for number 52. Maybe if I locked the door, no one would suspect he was here, but if he woke up, he would go berserk. I stood up and walked towards the door. I looked back to the cute blond boy on the couch, curled up in a little ball-- I was tempted to do the same.

What's the worst that can happen? I thought, It's not like he's going to lose his memory. I laughed to myself, and silently opened the door, closing and locking it behind me.

Niall's POV

I woke up with a start, my hands clammy, and sweat on my forehead. I looked around the room. There was no sign of the person who dragged me in here. I sat up, my head throbbing. I held my hand to my head, to only find bandages wrapped around my head. They were skillfully wrapped around my head, and the bleeding seemed like it stopped.

I looked around the house-- or cottage for that matter. It had a little kitchenette complete with a fridge, stove, microwave, and counter. I walked towards the fridge to see if there was any food inside, because I was starving. As I walked down the short hallway, I saw that there were 2 bedrooms, about the same size. I opened the fridge, only to find nothing in it. My stomach grumbled. I needed food soon, or I was going to go berserk.

That's when someone pounded on the door.

I froze, unsure on what to do. I knew I wasn't alone. There was the person who got me into the house, the guy with the gun, and the guys. I ran to the door, as the person pounded on it again. I ran to the window on the side of the house, and looked out. It was the guys! They were alive! Barely though. Harry had a deep cut on his cheek, Zayn was limping, being held up by Liam. Louis seemed to be okay, except his left arm hung loosely at his side, and at an awkward angle. I unlocked the door and swung it open, I was so happy to see the guys again.

"NIALL!" They shouted

"GUYS!" I shouted as we embraced in a big group hug. I could barely breath-- apparently none of the guys could. We let go of each other as I ushered them inside, closing and locking the door behind me.

" We thought you were dead!" Zayn said. I laughed

"Not quite, almost though," I answered sarcastically gesturing to my head, " Did you guys see anyone else here?" They all shook they're heads. I asked the guys what happened to them. Apparently, when I left, they started knocking on the doors, looking for signs of life. They didn't hear the scream though, or the gunshot. They just started running in the direction that I went in looking for me. Liam explained that all the explosions were coming from the houses, so the explosions are the houses. Apparently, they were trying to get into a home for safety, which was the complete opposite of that. Zayn tried to knock on one the doors, and was blown back, his leg smashing into a bench, they guessed that it was broken. Harry was trying to help him up when the windows smashed, glass flying everywhere, cutting his cheek.

"And if I didn't risk my arm, and saved him, he would have scratches all over his beautiful face!' exclaimed Louis.

"You tripped over a stone step," Liam replied, "such a hero." We all laughed including Louis. I'm glad that we can still laugh after almost getting blown to pieces, it calmed me a bit.

"Wait, if the explosions are the houses, how are in here, and how are we not blown to pieces yet?" Zayn said. I explained my story, how I was following the scream, when I was blown backwards and chased by a gunman, all to be pulled into this house, and blacked out.

"I had just woken up before you guys came," I replied, "I've checked his house, there's no sign of a bomb in here, it's just like a cottage." They nodded and took a look around. I went to the window and peered out, to see if I could find anything-- or anyone. There was no sign of anything, just a lot of ashes and fire. I sighed. I had no idea how we were going to get out of here.

"Guys," Harry called, "Take a look at this." I rushed towards him, he was in the second bedroom, looking in the dresser. We all stared at what he found, unable to speak. Guns. Three of them.

"AK47U, AUG, and STONER63," Liam whispered, "machine guns." We all looked at him astounded. Zayn scoffed,

"You play to much Black Ops man." he said.

"What?" Liam answered, "It's a passion." We turned towards the guns again, when Harry slammed the drawer shut.

"No one speaks of this. No one knows about this. We were on a skiing trip when I fell and cut myself, and Louis and Zayn tripped over each other into a tree. Got it?" We all nodded.

"Hey!" Louis said, "Why do I get the stupid story?" but Harry just shook his head and walked out of the room. "What? Just because I have no idea on how to ski, doesn't mean I'm not good at it!" He called running after Harry. I sighed and went back to the couch, sitting down. I was beggining to feel dizzy again, and my stomach was growling. I think I was hallucinating, but I'm pretty sure that Zayn's hair wasn't a chicken leg. He sat down next to me and stared out the window. He looked sad-- well, I guess we all did. We had our lives to get back to. Our careers, families. But we had no clue where we were. The driver had driven us for hours. I looked away when I saw the tear falling down his cheek. He wiped it away, and turned back to me, he smiled. I returned it, and stood up, making my way to the first room, to see if I could find a first-aid kit.

I froze in midstride. Zayn looked at me with wide eyes. Harry, Liam and Louis ran out of the room, looking back in forth. We all stared at the door, while the jey was turning in its lock.

A/N

YAY! Finally done the third chapter! (took me long enough.) Sorry I was super busy, I had 2 weddings in the past two weeks. Hope you guys like the story so far! Sorry the parts aren't very long though, I really have to improve on that. I know this sounds desperate, but I would love it if you guys 'advertised' (yes advertise) my book a little. If you wanna share some of your books in the comments section, I'm all for it. I need some new wattpad stories to read. The more reads the better right?

Excited as hell to be continuing on!!!

Safiya xx