- April -
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I gasped when I hear a door swing open and closed from above.
"There he is." Zayn smirked, nearly just kicking Liam out of the way so he could get through the door.
I felt almost.. Bad, for killing him. I'd feel bad, even if it was just anyone. I was never a killer. Until now, though.
Harry pulled me towards him as I gulped.
I barely hear the conversation that they're having as we all remained silent.
I hear the footsteps coming back, as I watched Zayn come back in, along with the guy behind him. He didn't look as scary as Zayn, but looks may be deceiving..
He had a frown on his face, as he looked at Zayn.
"Niall, these are all the girls. And--"
"Who's the girl? And Harry.'' He tilted his head in confusion, his blue eyes also showing confusion.
Instead of trying to kill us, he does what I really didn't expect.
He snatches Zayn's gun, and hits him in the back of the head with it as my eyes widened.
"What the hell Zayn, that is no way to treat a lady! You shot her?" Niall narrowed his eyes at the boy as I look at Harry in confusion.
He just shrugs slowly, not really knowing what he was up to either. "L-Liam shot her."
"I'm sorry, about Zayn. He's stupid sometimes." He shakes his head. "So is Liam, where is the lad by the way."
"Dead, mate." Zayn replied as he nods slowly.
"Good riddance. Who killed him?"
"This one did." He smirked at me, as Niall looked at me in surprise.
I couldn't help but notice his thick Irish accent, I mean it was like an elephant in the room. I couldn't seem to just ignore it.
"What's your name?" He asked so nicely, I was even more confused on why they called him the big boss.
"A-April." I stammered.
"Oh. Well, you two look beaten. Stupid Zayn, am I right. Hey, I think you owe them an apology." Niall glared at Zayn who had a frown on his face.
"Yeah, sorry.'' He said insincerely, as I looked at Niall. Just by the look on Harry's face, I knew he didn't trust him. So why should I even think about it?
Niall slowly kneeled down in front of me, observing me. "Come 'ere sweetheart, don't be scared." He spoke softly as Harry immediately takes my hand.
"No." He tells Niall, as I remained frozen.
He chuckled slightly. "Let me guess, protective boyfriend?"
"Wannabe boyfriend." Zayn corrected, making both of them laugh.
Harry was angry, as I felt him grip my hand.
I glanced at him reassuringly, telling him to relax. If he didn't and if they both got ticked off.. That would probably end all our chances of trying to actually escape.
"It's about noon, do you guys want some lunch?" Niall smiled, as Zayn nudged him.
"This isn't your fucking call, Zayn. Just go back upstairs. I'll bring these two along with me." He spoke lowly at him as he gulped.
Was Zayn scared too?.. This told me a lot, then.
"Come on, I don't bite. Unless you bite it first." Niall smirked at his saying, as Harry made a face of disgust. "Come on, you two can get all your wounds cleaned up too."
