"You want something to eat?" I asked while I shuffled around the kitchen opening random cupboards to see what Harry had inside.
Liam appeared into the kitchen with a tired face. "I probably should eat something." He mumbled and sat on the barstool and rested his arms on the counter. "Fuck I'm so tired." He groaned.
I moved some things around trying to peer at the food. There was a pasta packet at the very end. Different types of sauces. I stood on my tippy toes because I couldn't see much. I sighed dramatically and closed the cabinet shut giving up.
"Let's just order something." I shrugged leaning my back against the counter staring at Liam.
"Pizza?" I suggested.
He nodded and reached into his pocket to grab his phone.
Harry
I was aimlessly driving down the highway. The road was smooth and there wasn't a soul in sight. I reached over to change the radio channel because it was on some random pop song.
My thoughts drifted back to my conversation with Olivia. I couldn't believe she thought I was hurt.
I scoffed just thinking about it.
It was only a kiss. Nothing fucking more.
But then I remembered her face heating up when I told her I enjoyed it. She seemed excited when I continued to tease her.
Well at least until that motherfucker came and interrupted us. Goddamnit Liam.
My phone started suddenly buzz in my pocket. I cursed and slowed the car down after checking through the mirror if anyone was behind me. I lifted my hips and grunted as I pried the buzzing phone from my tight jeans.
Niall's name flashed across the screen as I swiped to answer.
"Hello?"
"Harry mate you gotta get down to this address and fast." He spoke in a hurry. I could make out noises in his background as gunshots.
"What's going on?" I asked accelerating the car again.
"Get down to the warehouse near the dock." He ended the call and I pulled away puzzled. Why on earth would he call me at this hour?
Niall was one of those guys who never called. Unless it was something really serious but even then I couldn't remember a time he called. I furrowed my eyebrows and signalled left at the exit to get off the highway before turning down a narrow road heading towards the warehouse.
I arrived there at 9:30.
I parked a few meters away for safety reasons. I pulled out a gun from the glove box and got out. My ears were perched for any noises but I couldn't hear anything.
It was absolutely silent. The moon casted light down allowing me to see down to the warehouse. There were no lights or anything.
"What the fuck was going on?" I muttered to myself as I headed down the gravel road approaching the warehouse.
I decide to enter through the back door. I didn't want to take any chances and get shot at if something was really going on inside.
I leaned against the cool surface and poked my head through the glass back door. It was pitch black.
I slowly drew my gun out and quietly pushed open the door. It screamed out and I cringed while hurrying to close it.
"Tell me who the fuck you are!" I hear a loud voice yell. It was definitely Niall.
I crept up through the back and emerged into the main area to see a single light illuminated on a man who was blindfolded and tied to a wooden chair. He was definitely beaten because I could see blood trailing down his mouth.
