Say Something //Narry

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Niall.

Harry stormed his way back to his Rover, getting in and slamming the door shut. I was horrified. Honestly, I didn't know who the hell Alex was, or what meeting he was implying.

I climb up into the passenger seat, looking at Harry who was face down on the steering wheel. Profanities left his lips, and I cringed. "H-Harry?" I ask, patting his shoulder. He jumped up, his head hitting the roof. I would have chuckled but I didn't.

"Yeah?" He rubbed the top of his head.

"W-Wh-ats t-the m-ee-eeting?" I ask, cursing myself for my flipping stutter. I honestly want to just never talk again. I internally groan, and watch Harry's face falter a bit. But it changed it rage.

"Nothing you need to worry about," he snaps, pulling out onto the highway and speeding down it. I buckle my seat belt up, holding it for dear life as he ran, over, ten red lights and stop signs. He pullee up to the school, coming to a hault and putting the Rover into park. "Out."

I raise a brow at him, and his grip tightened on the steering wheel his knuckles were white. I fumble myself out of my seatbelt, trying to get the door open but realizing the safety lock was on. I turn and look back at him, raising a brow and he huffed climbing out and opening my door. I get out, not looking back up at him, and head for the only car in the lot.

My white Aura.

I search for my keys, pulling them out and slipping them into my door. When the door unlocked, I climb in jamming the key into the ignition and looked back at Harry who was just pulling out.

God, this meeting is going to get the best of me. So, I didn't the only stupid thing. I pull out, and got onto the highway seeing his Rover up ahead.

I follow him, at a safe distance so he didn't notice me at all music softly played in my speakers, and I hummed slightly.

Harry pulled onto an old dirt path, that lead to the old Amusement Park from the 60's. I furrow my brows, pulling onto it also and loosing him almost instantly. I take a deep breath, parking and getting out, making sure my phone was in my hand; you never know what'll get you.

I notice Harry's familiar brown locks over a bush, and I raised up a bit to see him looking at guns in the trunk of, you guessed it, Alex.

"Where's your friend Styles?" Alex snapped after a bit of Harry looking through the machinery then, pulling a gun out of the trunk.

"Home I bet," he snapped back, and I had to step on a flipping twig. I cursed myself mentally, looking up to see Harry scowling me as Alex had a gun pointed at my forehead. I gulp, looking up at the smirk plastard across his greasy face.

"Yeah," he chuckled a bit to loud. "Home."

"What fuck Neil!" Harry glared, and here we go with the 'Neil' again. I mentally pray, trying to get this dang gun from imprinting a circle of my forehead.

If you said I was scared, that would be an understatment. I was absolutely terrified. I don't know if I'm going to open my eyes or if I'll be buried dead.

"Get up," Alex commands, and I quickly shoot up almost towering him. Well, there's an advantage. "Everyone and their fucking stature!"

He growls, sticking the gun in his belt and walking away. I didn't even look up at Harry, I could feel his eyes burning into my head. When I do finally look up at him, I regret it. His arms were firmly acorss his chest, his muscles contracting ever so slighly to make his biceps pop out in the fabric. I gulp, shaking my observations and looking down at my converses.

"Niall," he growled. "Look at me."

I shook my head, stepping back and tripping over my feet falling. He groaned, "Niall get up."

Now, I did do that. I stood, and dusted the dirt off the back of my jeans. He chuckled, "why won't you look at me? I'm not going to hurt you."

I shrug, "y-you're m-mad."

"Of course I am. You shouldn't have followed me. Hell! You should be at home playing a game on your PlayStation."

"X-Xbox," I correct, but he let's out a chuckle.

"Whatever. Why did you follow me?"

I look up, "c-curious."

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. His curls flopped around his head while he did that and it was adorable.

Niall! No you dimwit! You're straight, not gay!

"W-Why d-did y-you c-come?" I ask, fighting the urge to slap myself for stuttering. But, Harry didn't look annoyed with it at all. He seemed okay with it, surprisingly.

"You don't need to worry about it," he tells me. But there's something in his voice, that makes me feel like I just screwed up something. "But you better get home. Your mum doesn't like you home late."

I nod, turning and walking back to my car. Wait, how did he know that? I turn to look back at him to ask, but he was already gone.

So I took that, as a reason to leave.

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"M-Mum!" I shout, slipping my shoes off and walking into the kitchen. I walk in, noticing the fridge door open and the milk carton on the floor spilling the white liquid out. I furrow my brows, bending down and picking it up. "M-Mum?" I shout again, putting the carton back up and shutting the door. I didn't bother cleaning the mess, someone else will.

I heard rattling upstairs, and made my way to the stairs. Something crashed, and I rushed up them. "MUM?!" I shout, running to every door checking the rooms behind them. I come to Leslie's room, and it was locked. I jiggled the knob, and suddenly I heard shouting.

"Please!" That was Mum. "I have two kids! Please! Niall cannot go with you!"

"Shut it!" Someone shouted back and their was a thump. "He will come with me. And you will not say anything against it!"

Something hit the door, causing me to jump back. Tears brimmed my eyes, what was going on?

"P-Please, he's just a kid," she pleaded.

But whoever was in the room with her, tsk's. Something clicked and the next thing I felt was a pain in my stomach, and blood.

Coming from me and from under the door

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