BY ACCIDENT [L.S]

🚲 THIRTY-ONE 🚲

"We are just fulfilling Louis' wishes here."

I groaned.

"That's so embarrassing!" - I hid my face on the pillow again.

Liam laughed.
And when I lifted my head form the pillow again, he was gone.

Apart from having constant companions in the house, I knew Louis had also requested Liam to hire security guards for the entrances of the house.

So even if he had left, I was still safe.
I was safe and alive; And the only one who made that possible, was Louis.

🚲

Half an hour had passed since Liam left when I heard the front door opening and closing. Steps got closer to the bedroom, a hummed melody floating through the air, and just seconds later, a new figure appeared on the door.
Niall Horan, the famous Irish singer, right there on my frame door.

"Well, you must be Harry." - He said with a soft smile.

"Yes." - I tugged the blankets over my body.

"I'm Niall." - He kicked his shoes off.

"I know." - I nodded.

He rolled his eyes.

"Alright." - He stood there and stared at me for a while. - "Are you scared of me?"

"No?" - I frowned, curling up in bed even more.

"That was dubious." - He chuckled. - "I'm a nice lad, yeah? Won't hurt you. Promise." - He grinned.

"I know." - I nodded.

"Alright then. Now that that's settled. What should we do?"

"I don't know." - I shrugged.

"Louis said you were funny, but you surely aren't giving me that vibe."

"I'm just... I don't know what to say. I don't know you."

"Well, let's fix that. If Louis likes you that much, I should get to know you." - He said and approached me on the bed, climbing by my side.

"What did you say?"

"That I should get to know you, you know, for Louis' sake."

"Okay." - I chuckled.

"Did you know he wrote you a song?"

"Yes, he told me that. But I hadn't heard it, though."

"It's beautiful. I helped him to record it."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I want to hear it."

"Well, then you should get him out of jail, don't you think so?" - He said sarcastically.

"Yes. I know I should. It's just..."

"What?"

I shook my head.

"I can't tell you, sorry."

"C'mon, any friend of Louis is a friend of mine."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Try me."

I frowned.
I couldn't just share my worries.
I couldn't put someone else in risk.
I couldn't let Austin know there were more people he could hurt.
What if I involved Niall in this and it cost his career too?

"I can't." - I whispered, looking down.

"Oh, c'mon." - He snorted, bumping my shoulder. - "Whatever this is, I'm sure you'll feel better if you share it. You know? That it off your shoulders."