Forever Hidden (Niall Horan)

Chapter 3- Frozen Escapes

Author's Note- 

Hey everyone, Alex here! The story has been up and down as far as posting goes so I'm here to settle this once and for all. I've got my favourite playlist on repeat and I'm going to write this all today (I hope). 

Enjoy everyone! 

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Shawn's POV-

"Yeah buddy!" an Irish accent followed by a large bump, "Landed it!" 

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Outside the aircraft was frozen, bare ground. Northern Canada. 

"Everyone up!" Niall flicked the lights on and began telepathically tossing people their luggage, "I have absolutely no idea where we are but I do know I can land airplanes!" 

Everyone moved around and bumped into eachother in an effort to get their stuff. Finally Harry wrenched open the door. A burst of cold air made us all shiver. 

"Maybe," I said, shutting the door, "we should find warmer clothes before going outside." 

Liam- beung Daddy Direction as per usual- stepped up,  "There are a few warm coats by the emregency exit . I'll go for supplies." 

"No I'll go," Niall said, grabbing one of the two coats, "I can fight people off. You... uh... well I dont even have to touch them." Liam looked a bit offended since Niall had pretty much just called him weak, but her left the issue. 

"I'll go with you," I said grabbing, the other coat, "two minds are better then one."

We stepped off the craft and began walking, top speed, towards the town Niall had seen from the air. Thats another cool thing about being telekinetic, mentally pushing yourself along as you walk and walking like thirty miles an hour. 

"So your a fan?" Niall asked casually after a minute of walking. 

"Uh- yeah." 

"Cool. I've never met a telekinetic that's a fan before."c

'You've obviously haven't met a lot of telekinetics then. Most of us, who are teens anyway, love you. Cause they know-"

"They know?!" He sounded a bit alarmed. 

"Yeah but they're all nomads and such, no worries." I tried to sound reassuring, but I could feel for his concern.

"Oh." 

There are a few seconds of silence where the town becomes visible on the horizen. I began to think about when we should probably slow down. 

Niall cleared his throat, "How big of fans are they, mostly?"

"Who?" 

"The nomads." 

"Oh... well Twitter and what not are out of the question, I mean we're all on the run right? But yeah, I met a girl who pretended to be your cousin to get into Germany once. She knew so much about you they bought her act and didn't realise she was a liar until she was halfway across Russia." 

"Wow," his face is covered in a hood so I can't tell if he's weirded out or impressed. 

"That' only an example though."

"What about you?" He seemed desperate to change the subject. 

"I dunno. Average I guess. I haven't has access to computers latley so I'm a bit out of touch about everything." 

This is a total lie of course. I watched every episode of the X Factor when they were on, in electronics stores, in internet cafes, through peoples' windows (hey, when you're on the run you get your newa in anyway you can). I listen to their songs everytime I can, since buying them wasn't an option for on-the-run reasons. I knew almost everything you could about them. I was probably their biggest, legally non-exsistent fan, ever. 

"How out of touch?" 

"STOP!" I grabbed Niall's arm and held him and myself perfectly still. 

"What? What's wrong?" 

I raised a finger to my lips, "Sh! Over there, you can barely see them. They're the guards, from London." 

He looked in the direction I was. He swore under his breath as he saw them, they were still in their wool uniforms too so they obviously didn't understand discreet. They stood by a large, official looking, helicopter. 

I turned around and we both took off, running as fast as our legs and brains would take us, back to our own airplane. But it wasn't fast enough. 

They still saw us.