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Trapped

       Niall stared at Harry in disbelief, not sure if he heard him correctly. "Y...you what?" he asked, standing up and furrowing his eyebrows. "Haz, we can't just barge into heaven, especially not when you're fucking wanted!" His voice got a little louder, and woke Louis up completely, who had sat up and was now looking at Harry. "No way are you going back there. They'd kill you," he said seriously.

       Harry sat up and turned to look at him, not even acknowledging Louis beside him. "I have to," he said, standing up and feeling pain shoot through his stomach and causing him to fall back on the bed. When Niall tried to help him, he pushed him away. "I'm fine," he mumbled, biting his lip and wondering if what he saw was just a dream or if it had really happened.

       Niall shook his head and bit his lip. "You're not going to heaven, Harry, you will get killed." His tone left no room for argument and Harry knew that, but he had to find some way to see if Mr. Jones really was gone forever. Niall sighed and sat next to him, both him and Harry ignoring and completely forgetting that Louis was in the room with them. "I won't let you go, Haz," he whispered, resting his head on Harry's shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist. Harry sighed and wrapped his arms around Niall's shoulders, but didn't say anything because if he made any sort of promise that he wouldn't go, he would have to go through with it.

       Louis could feel the jealousy bubbling inside him, but he just turned away from them and looked out the window, keeping his back facing them and putting his head in his hands. He wondered what was going on between the two, if there was some sort of relationship that he shouldn't get between - even though he planned on getting Harry whether Niall was with him or not. He sighed silently and turned back around when he heard the bed move and saw Niall getting up and Harry looking down at the ground while biting his lip. Niall changed into black skinny jeans and a tight black muscle shirt. Niall looked over at Louis and walked towards him, anger flashing through his eyes but it was gone as soon as it came. "What?" he asked, causing Harry to notice him for the first time.

       "I'm leaving," Niall said, going towards the window and opening it. "I need you to make sure that Harry stays put." His voice was stern as he glared at Louis. "I will not hesitate to kill you if I find out Harry left, understood?" he said, adding a growl at the end that meant he would go through with the threat if necessary. "I'll be back later." And with that, he was gone, flying out the window and towards where he went every night.

       Niall landed a few blocks away from Queen's Beach Bar and made sure his wings were tucked in before he started to walk. He made sure that his shirt was pulled up just a little bit over his jeans as he made his way towards the entrance, showing the bouncer his I.D. and paying his way in. He sat down on a bar stool and started off with a simple beer, flirting slightly with the bartender with a wink and brushing his hand gently down his arm so he could get the drink free, which he got quickly and fairly easily. He smiled at the tender and sipped his beer slowly, looking around and seeing a guy across from him, but he wasn't too interested. He sighed and finished off his beer and walking to the dance floor. He smirked at a few of the guys that immediately came over and started to grind on him. He accepted it completely and he could feel bodies all around him.

       When he felt someone bump his back, he turned around with a small smirk still plastered on his face and he notices the other guy turn around as well. He runs a hand through his hair and stops in his tracks when he sees the most beautiful boy he's ever seen. His hair is black and styled up in a quiff and his eyes, the colour of rich soil flecked with black; eyes the colour of dark chocolate with flecks of hazel nut, sable eyes, the colour of hot chocolate, the deep brown of the winter trees at twilight, the lightened brown of parched summer soil, glossy chestnut brown, the colour of unvarnished oak with deep mahogany flecks, the colour of apple pips, mottled like varnished cork, the colour of roasted coffee beans, the colour of a dessert palm tree with flecks of acorn shell.