I know how they both feel and now all that’s left to do is to find out how I feel. And right now, my heart is stuck in the middle of a tug-o-war. Niall pulling hard on one side and Harry pulling just as hard on the other.
No one went to the old house. The old house on the end of the street. That was the house everyone was scared of. No one lived there, but there was rumors of a face in the window. A little boy with blood dripping down his face. Where you always heard someone scream one word. Help.