Unsafe

Chapter ten.

Zayn entered the room holding the rock in a plastic bag.

"You need to send this into the police, and they can search for fingerprints," he ordered.

"Fingerprints on a rock?" Liam questioned.

Zayn snapped his head to Liam and frowned, "yes you idiot."

Liam flipped him off and rolled his eyes.

"Guys, stop arguing," I sighed, "and Zayn you need to calm down."

"CALM DOWN!?" He hollared, "YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN THERE'S A FUCKIN' LUNATIC AFTER YOU MELODY?!"

"Zayn," Niall snapped.

"Don't Niall. Her life is in DANGER and I don't see you or her or ANYONE DOING SHIT ABOUT IT!" He spazzed.

I raised an eyebrow and Harry stood, pushing Zayn out of the room.

Liam and Louis sighed and shook their heads.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, taking the note and rock in my hands. I picked up my cellphone.

"What're you doing Melody?" Niall asked.

"Calling the police," I mumbled, dialing the number.

"Here," Niall took the phone from me, pressed call and stepped out of the room.

Zayn stormed into the room with Harry following after him, "Who the hell is he calling?!" he barked.

"The police," I sighed. Zayn's face softened and he smiled.

We all waited patiently for Niall to come back in. No one spoke, we all just stared at each other, anxious.

I grabbed Niall's phone off his nightstand and unlocked it. I opened up his contact list and found my name. It was marked as 'My baby<3.' I smiled and decided to change it.

'The one and only love of my life.'

I changed it again.

'Princess Peach.' I giggled quietly, and I'll change his name to Mario.

I changed my mind on the Mario name and switched it once again to 'Melody Horan.'

I blushed at the thought of that and quickly changed it back to 'My baby<3'

I opened up his private facebook and scrolled through his news feed, trying to calm my anxiousness and nervousness.

"What's up?" Harry sighed, dropping down next to me on the bed.

I looked at him and shrugged, "I don't really know what to think or do," I whispered.

Harry smiled and grabbed Niall's phone from my hands, "you don't have to do anything. The police will take care of it."

I nodded and scooted closer to him to see what he was doing on the phone.

He popped up a status and typed, 'Hi I'm Niall Horan and I smell like shit.' he pressed post and laughed.

I giggled, "you're so mean Harry."

He shrugged, "lightening the mood."

He made another status, 'OMG what is that horrible smell??? Oh wait, it's my room. The smell of sweaty boys and pizza. Oh... And a girl. ;)'

I laughed out loud, "What the hell Harry? That is the stupidest status ever!"

Harry laughed, "I know! But it makes it sound really sexual!"

I playfully punched his shoulder, "you're a dick."

I grabbed the phone and opened up twitter and tweeted from Niall's twitter, 'Harry is a dick. -Melody.'

Harry pulled out his phone '@MelodyJolie smells like shoes.'

I looked at him, "SHOES?"

He shrugged and I burst out laughing, "when I get my phone back, this is not over Harry Styles."

"It's on, Melody Jolie," he laughed.

Niall came back in the room, looking pale. I quickly jumped up and rushed to his side.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He nodded, "just stressed."

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room.

"So?" Zayn immediately stood, crossing his arms impatiently.

"They're coming right over, they're going to take the rock and note and try find anything. It's all they can do right now," Niall shrugged, sitting down on his bed and sighing staring at the floor.

Harry rose to his feet, "Cmon guys, we should head out."

Liam and Louis agreed and stood.

"See you later, guys" Louis called, heading out the door.

"Peace!" Liam called next.

"Zayn," Harry called.

Zayn looked up and him and rolled his eyes. He turned to me, "text me or call me as soon as you hear anything."

I nodded and he left.

"See you Harry," I said as he turned to leave the room.

He looked back, held up his phone, winked and left. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Niall? You alright?" I asked, sitting beside him.

Silence.

I grabbed his hand and held it in both of mine, "hey," I whispered, "I'm going to clean up, you just lay down until the police get here," I instructed.

He shot his head up and looked at me, "no, don't," he pleaded, burrying his head in my chest and pushing me down in the pillows.

"Okay. I won't, I'm here baby," I whispered, calmly playing with his hair.

"I just need you, Melody."