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HARRY
"Okay, mum. Yes, I'll be home soon." I heard Niall say as I walked back into my room, returning from the restroom. "Goodbye. I love you,too." He hung up the phone and turned to me. "My mum wants me home soon, unless you want me to stay with you tonight? When are your parents suppose to be back?" He asked. My parents were gone for a business trip, since they own their own company, and they weren't going to be back tonight.
"I have no idea." I breathed out, and I sat on my bed as he sat next to me. "You don't have to stay though." I told him. I noticed that he scooted closer to me, and he put his hand on my knee. "What if I want to?" He asked me.
I turned to him, and he looked at me with longing and desperation. I always knew Niall had a crush on me, ever since we first became friends, but I felt nothing for him like that. He was my best friend and that's all he'll ever be. Without warning, he leaned into me, and he began to kiss me.
I closed my eyes tightly, and I mentally sighed. I gently pushed on Niall's chest until he pulled away. It hurt me everytime I had to reject him, but I just didn't feel the same way he did about me. "I'm sorry, Niall." I said as I saw the sadness in his eyes. He looked like he wanted to cry, and that made me want to cry, too. I did care about Niall deeply, but only in a friendly way.
"Please, Harry. I- I love you so much." He whimpered as he looked down at his hands, and I noticed a tear slip down his cheek. "Niall, I just don't feel the same way. You deserve to be happy. You need to move on to someone else." I said as I gently put a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head and looked up at me with determined eyes.
"Just once. Can you please kiss me back just once?" He asked. I opened my mouth to reject that idea, but he quickly added "Just once and I swear I will never try to kiss you again." He looked so torn down and broken, and I just couldn't say no to him.
I scooted closer to him and leaned in until our noses were touching. I heard his breath hitch, and he looked shocked that I was agreeing to this. Then, in one swift motion, he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. This was the first time I've ever kissed him back because of the promise he made to not try again after this.
It wasn't that Niall was a bad kisser, because he was actually really good at it, it was only the fact that I didn't like him as more than my best friend that made everything awkward and uncomfortable. I was going to pull away, but Niall pressed his hand to the back of my head and held me close as our lips worked against one another.
He moaned into my mouth at all the pleasure and contentment he was receiving, and I wanted to just pull away, but his hands wouldn't let me. He pushed me backwards until I was lieing down on the bed, and he straddled me as he continued to kiss me. Now I wasn't kissing back and Niall seemed to notice as he desperately worked his lips on mine to try and get a response out of me. "Harry, please." He whispered and pressed our lips together again.
I slowly began to kiss him back, just hoping he would stop after this, and he sighed at that. His tongue licked across my bottom lip, and I gently pushed Niall back. "Niall, stop." I whispered and he looked down at me with a hurt look in his eyes.
He crawled off of me and began to ramble."I'm sorry, Harry. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me." I sat up and shook my head, as I pulled him into a hug. "I don't hate you, Niall. You're my best friend." I said.
"I love you." He whispered, and I squeezed my eyes shut at that, knowing he meant it in a lover's sort of way.
"Yeah, I love you, too, Ni." I said, but we both knew I meant a brotherly love, and I knew that's what killed Niall inside. "I should go now." He broke out of my hug and picked up his jacket he left on my desk chair. I walked with him through the hall, down the stairs, and to the front door. "Goodnight, Niall." I said as he stepped outside.
"Goodnight, Harry. Be careful." He said and then he turned to walk to his car. I closed the door once I heard his engine start and heard the crunch of the driveway's gravel, which signified that he pulled out of the driveway. Now that I'm alone in my big, mansion-like house, I sort of wished Niall did stay. These were two things I didn't enjoy. I wasn't a big fan of the dark, and I hated to be alone. I knew that I could call Niall and ask him to stay, but he may take that the wrong way and throughout our friendship I have tried to not lead him on in any way and made sure he knew how I felt about him.
I locked both locks on the front door and then set the alarm by the door on. I was such a sissy at times, but can you blame me? My parents were some of the richest people in the world, and I was being left home alone. I could risk sleeping over at Niall's, but that would mean he would probably try something else, regardless of what he swore. Besides, his house didn't really have enough room for more people. It was a small house because his parents didn't have much money. We have tried to help them out at times, but his mum will never accept the help. She appreciates the kindness, but says Bobby, Niall's dad, was too proud to accept the help. In a way, I understood. He was the man of the house and he wanted to provide for his family without needing any help, but it killed me at times when Niall would be upset at how far behind they were on rent.
I sighed at all my thoughts and then began to walk around the house, turning off the lights in every room. I kept one dim hallway light on downstairs and then walked up the stairs and back into my room. I changed out of my day clothes and into some sweats and a white t-shirt. I ran a hand through my curls before I pulled back my covers and then got into bed. I then turned off my lamp light and slowly drifted into a distressed sleep.
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I jumped up when I heard the alarm going off. The beeping sound was loud, and it filled the whole house. I was still half asleep as I sat up in bed, and everything seemed so blurred. My heart began to race at a new kind of speed I as realized what the alarm was, and I quickly got out of bed. I grabbed my baseball bat from the corner of my room and then I cautiously opened my bedroom door. I peaked both ways down the hallway before walking out.
I walked towards the stairs and slowly walked down them. I froze when I almost tripped and the bat in my hand hit the wood of the stairs. I listened for any sounds but didn't hear any. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in and continued my way down the stairs. Once I reached the bottom, I looked to the front door and saw that it was wide open. My eyes widened in fear and then I heard something crash loudly onto the ground in the living room that was right through the arched wall beside me. I shrunk back against the wall and hid in the shadows.
I then heard two voices, and I held the bat tightly to me. "What the hell, Zayn! Be more careful!" One of them said in a sort of whispery-yell. The other guy replied and said "Who the hell cares? You said that they were out of town didn't you? So then why the hell should we have to be so careful with their stuff?"
I peaked around the corner and saw two dark figures standing over a broken vase. I let out a gasp as I saw that one of them had a gun in his hand. Eventhough their features weren't prominent, I knew they both whipped their heads in my direction when I gasped. I ducked back behind the wall and listened quietly. "Did you hear that?" The guy, who's name was apparently Zayn, asked. The other guy gave a hum as a response and then spoke up. "Didn't Louis say they had a son? Think he stayed?" I guess Zayn nodded or something, but all I heard were footsteps walking towards me.
I held in my gasp as I quickly ran up the stairs and down the hallway, back into my room. I closed the door quietly as I heard footsteps thudding up the stairs. I didn't know what to do, so I quickly dived underneath my bed and crawled all the way to the back of it, near the wall. I put my hand over my mouth to suppress my heavy breaths that I was giving. My hand was shaking and the bat was left lieing on the floor beside me. What the hell was I going to do? The alarm was my only hope. If the police got here fast enough then I would be fine.
I heard footsteps getting closer to my room and the voices were audible again. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" The Zayn guy called out, and I shut my eyes. This wasn't happening. I heard a door get pushed open and then the other guy said "This room's clear. Check the others." I guess they were working their way down the hall, checking every room. I heard multiple doors get thrown open, but I froze in place when my bedroom door opened up, and I saw two pairs of feet walk inside. "He's gotta be in here somewhere." The guy who's name I didn't know said.
"Why are we wasting our time looking for a kid, Liam? Why can't we just find the safe and get out?" Zayn said. Guess Mr. No Name was Liam. "He could know the combination and that would save us plenty of time trying to open it." Liam said. So far he sounded like the reasonable one while Zayn sounded like the type of guy to just get in and get out.
"I guess." He mumbled as he opened up my closet door and looked around inside. Liam went to the restroom and began to look behind the shower curtains and underneath the sink. They were both busy looking around when I noticed my phone light up. It was on the counter next to my bed and it illuminated the corner of my room. Quietly, I slid over to the edge of the bed and quickly swiped it off the charger. I looked at it and saw that Niall was calling. It was barely 2:15 in the morning. What could he possibly want? Either way, I was glad he called.
I answered it and Niall's voice was heard. "Harry? Are you still up? Listen, I'm sorry to be calling so late, or early, but I can't stop thinking about that kiss. I know you don't like me the way I like you, but it meant everything to me, Haz." He continued to ramble on, but stopped to listen when he heard me whispering.
"Listen, Niall. I need you to call the police." I whispered ever so quietly, and I heard Niall's confused voice ask why. "There are two men in my home, Niall. Call the police, now." I said, and I heard Niall move around in the background. "Are you okay, Harry? Did they hurt you?" He asked worriedly.
"No, Ni, but call the cops, okay?" I asked and Niall gave a shaky yeah before he said "Okay. I will. I-I love you, Harry." That was all I heard before I pressed end call on my phone and then I gave a sigh of relief, until I felt hands wrap around my waist and pull. I screamed and kicked at the guy, but my attempts seemed even more futile as the second guy joined him and held my arms down while he held my legs.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we found you." I recognized the dark haired guys voice and knew he was Zayn. The other guy, Liam, looked at me with sorry eyes and then Zayn spoke up again. "Where's the safe, kid?" He asked. I knew exactly what he was referring to. My dad kept a safe full of lots of money in his downstairs office, but I shook my head and said "I don't know."
He gave me a dark, sinister smirk and said "Don't lie to me. I don't like being lied to." I gulped as he held the gun up and pressed the cool barrel to my temple. I felt tears build in my eyes as I gave out a shaky reply. "It- it's-"
I was interrupted by the approaching sound of sirens and both of the men jumped. I used their distraction and kicked Zayn in the stomach while elbowing Liam in the ribs. They both let go of me, and I attempted to run out of the room, but I felt hands wrap around my waist, and I was being held back by Zayn. I gave a few whimpered cries as he held me close and shushed me. "Shh, shh, beautiful. You're going to be just fine." He said.
"We have to go, Zayn." Liam said as the sirens were sounding nearer and nearer. "Okay." Zayn replied before whispering in my ear. "You're coming with us, beautiful. We can't just leave you here to rat us out. Don't worry, you'll be just fine." He said, and I let more tears fall as his hand wrapped around my mouth, and he began to pull me towards my window that Liam was already out of. He was standing on the roof and he grabbed my hands to pull me out as Zayn also got out and closed the window behind them.
Liam looked at me in pity, but then grabbed me by my waist and began to carry me to the edge of the roof. Zayn went down the side of the house by a drain pipe and then Liam pushed me to follow after him. I was shaking in fear. I have a drastic fear of heights, and I felt faint as the floor looked so far below. "Just don't look down." Liam offered, and it surprisingly calmed me a bit. I slowly climbed down and gasped when I felt Zayn's warm hand on my exposed skin below my t-shirt as I reached the bottom.
"Come on, beautiful." He whispered and he pulled me down. I looked up and saw Liam already halfway down the pipe as Zayn pulled me away. He pulled me over to a car that was parked around the corner of the street and he shoved me in the backseat before locking the doors and climbing into the driver's seat. He then grabbed a rag and put something on it before leaning into the backseat and saying "Nothing personal." Then he pressed the rag against my face. The smell was horrid, and I felt my eyes begin to flicker open and shut as I fought the chemicals to stay awake.
"Don't fight it. Just sleep." His voice seemed so far away as my eye lids grew heavy, and they began to droop. I heard the car door open and close, and I guess it was just Liam getting into the car, but every sound sounded so distant, like it was muffled, yet clear at the same time. My head was spinning as I breathed in the scent of the chemicals on the rag that were suffocating my senses. I felt numb all over as my eyes closed shut and that was all I felt before I was knocked out into a deep sleep. One were I was still back at home, lieing in my bed and trying hard to go to sleep, but no matter what I couldn't close my eyes because something, or someone, was watching me.