Run (One Direction) [Watty Awards 2012]

Chapter Six

 Louis

“There's no way anyone knows we're here” Preston says. “You'll be safe. Still, don't leave the house today.” I nod grimly.

Another death threat was not exactly what I wanted to see in my Twitter feed.

I look around at the other lads, and they still won't meet my eyes.

“If I get brutally murdered today, you'll feel bad” I point out. I can see Niall trying not to smile, but the others don't react. Damn. That always works in films.

“You hear me, Louis?” Preston asks. “Don't leave the house. Don't even step onto the back porch.”

“I know” I say. “Unless I've got a death wish-”

“No, not 'unless' anything” Preston says, cutting me off. “Even if you do have a death wish, stay inside. 'Cause I care about you, and I think the lads do too.”

They all mumble a sort of half-hearted agreement.

“Fine” I snap. “I'll stay inside. Don't worry. I know my mum would cry if I died.” I spin around and stalk out of the room.

I can't help but wonder if they'll ever forgive me.

-

Niall

“I feel bad” I mumble, once Louis' out of earshot.

“Don't” Harry advises me. “He scared the hell out of us, only thinking of himself.”

“He didn't mean to” I protest.

“I thought he wouldn't come back” Harry says, his voice low.

“But he did” I reply.

“Luck” Harry spits. “He was just lucky.”

“Can we talk about something else?” Zayn asks. “You're just depressing me.”

Liam grins.

“Anybody want a pancake?”

-

“-and then he screamed so loud I thought-”

“Oh, shut up, Niall” Liam says.

“I didn't think gerbils were that scary” Zayn remarks thoughtfully.

“You should've seen its teeth” Liam says. “That thing could've chewed its way through a concrete wall.” Zayn laughs.