~Candi's POV~


I'm startled awake early in the morning by a sudden crash coming from downstairs. At least I think it was downstairs... It could be any of the 25 others rooms scattered around my mansion.

I sit up from my bed, rubbing my eyes with the backs of my hands and look around my master bedroom nonchalantly. Nope, there is no one in here.

I literally jump out of my skin, by another loud crash. This time I projected it to be coming from the kitchen. I listen closer for the sign of any footsteps or any noise like that, but all I can hear is the faint noise of a television. That means whoever is down there is in my kitchen and my TV room? No, that's not right. There is more then one person downstairs.

Fuck. Should I go downstairs, or be a pussy and hide in my room? I think about staying, but realize Ill be in a lot more danger if I stay. I could call the cops, but that would be so much trouble I don't need to go through. So I'll just go and beat the shit of whoever these people are myself.

I grab my softball bat from the corner of my room, and start my way down stairs to see who these fucking burglars are.

I slowly open my door, trying my hardest to not let it creak. I would blow my cover, and whoever it is will probably kill me.

I sigh quietly, taking notice on how fucked up my life is beginning to be this year.

Im all alone in this mansion, my parents traveled to Hawaii for a "Short" vacation, but has never called or gotten a hold of me. They were suppost to return weeks ago.

My only friend, Audrey, lives here with me, but we got in this massive fight about how much of a dick face her boyfriend was, and she just left. I haven't spoken to her in a week.

Last, and least, this shit right here. Im aimlessly wondering around my house, on the verge of someone killing me, with a softball bat.

What has my life fucking come too.

As I reach the bottom of my stairs, everything around me is pitch black. I can't see for shit if you would like more description on that.

I lightly place my hand on the wall, one hand placed firmly on my bat, and I use that for directory purposes.

I jump about 3 feet as I hear another crash from the kitchen, only feet away. My heart is thumping wildly, afraid somebody will walk into my hallway, noticing my existence.

Like I said before, this is completely fucked up.

I take a small step, but freeze in my tracks when I hear Cocos barking. (A/N Coco is her pet cocker spaniel) The thing that pisses me off the most, is that It's not barks of help, they were barks of fucking love. What a traitor.

Note to self, get a fucking big ass guard dog everyone is scared of.

I take a quiet deep breath, fright getting the best of me. Im only inches away from the kitchen door, with a burglar behind it.

I turn towards the direction of the kitchen once again, and tiptoe my way over lightly so no one can hear the potter patter of my feet.

I see a crack of light under the kitchen door, so I crouch down low and peek under for a trace of anybody's footsteps.

I don't see any footsteps, so I stand quietly.

This is it. This is what all the marbles are bet on. My fucking death.

I take one last deep breath as I slowly push the moving door, revealing the blast of light that is burning my vision, causing me to blink my eyes rapidly to get adjusted to it.

I take a look at my surrounding kitchen, and notice nobody is currently in here, but someone definitely was.

Lay potato chips are scattered throughout my kitchen, empty candy wrappers everywhere you look, a bowl of dog food that got roughly knocked over, milk poured on the ground, and 3 glass plates broken among the ground. Just complete shit everywhere. But now I know what the crashes were from. i also know that they ruined my beautiful fucking kitchen.!

What complete asswipes would do that?! I mean for fuck sakes. GROW UP!

I take a step into my kitchen, to angry to even be thinking of it, but regret it immediately. A pile of potato chips, smash underneath my feet. Notifying basically everyone in the whole world that Im in the kitchen.

That was one if the worst mistakes of my life. Was that one step.

I stay frozen, a clasp my eyes shut. Praying that whoever is here, was too busy to hear that. But no.

I hear faint whispers, and a pause of the a tv. Trying my hardest to not step on a single thing, I make a made dash for a tiny cupboard located next to my pantry that I always left empty.

Thank fucking god I did .

I gently lay my bat down on the granite beneath me, before I step in, and close the cupboard just in time. I leave it open barely a crack so I can take notice in this persons/ peoples appearance.

The kitchen door is pushed open, my heart beating a million miles a second.

A tall figures appear in front of my eyes, and I have to admit, he's actually quite..... Attractive.

Candi! What are you saying? He is a burglar that is going to kill you for fuck sakes !

Oh, right. Thanks sub conscience. Also: Fuck off .

His curly brown hair sways to the side, bouncing with his every moves. His green eyes look dark as they travel throughout he kitchen, looking for any sign of human contact. His plump, pink lips part as he breathes heavily. His toned body showing as he pulls off a muscle tee.

If only he wasn't a burglar.

His eyes dart towards my hiding spot, but looks away when he notices how small this cupboard is. He probably doesn't think someone can actually fit in here.

That dip shit thought wrong...

As if a light bulb went off above his head, you could see in his eyes the scary idea he had in his mind.

This guy looks like a real creeper.

He casually strolls over to the light switch, and flicks it off. Shit.

After 2 minutes of complete silence. I finally think left. Maybe he thought I left the kitchen? Okay, it's time for plan: Hide in my room.

As Im about to open my cupboard to leave this claustrophobic fucking space, My heart jumps in my throat when the cupboards directly next to this one are opening and closing.

Holy fucking shit. I'm Definetely going to be dead in the next minute.

I can hear him getting closer by the second.

Right at the moment as he puts his hand on the cupboard handle, I get saved by his buddy. Thank the lord !

"Harry, what the hell?" His buddy asks with a confused voice. Now I know who this scary, but yet attractive dude is standing at the other side of the cupboard door.

"What?" Harry asks with a dick face attitude.

"You left like 15 minutes ago. We've been fucking waiting to play the movie for christ sakes." Um, did he just say we?

"I'll be out there in a minute Lou Boo." Just listen to Lou Boo for Christ sakes! YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE.

"No! We're tired of waiting Hazza." Lou boo argues back, and I guess he won because I feel Harry release my cupboard handle. Making me let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Good job Lou Boo.

"Fineeee." Harry whines. I hear the door open, and close again. They are gone.

Once I hear them settle in my TV room, my body aches from being in this little cupboard for over 15 minutes, and being scared to death multiple times. I open the cupboard slowly so it doesn't creak, and stretch out. I stretch my arms over my head and touch my toes.

I hate small spaces with a passion.

I grab my bat of the ground, and turn on my heel quickly. My expectations were to tip toe out of this god foresaken kitchen, and lock myself up in my room until they leave.

But nooo. I run right into a semi tall figure. Which I think is Lou Boo. I back away slowly, but only for me to run into a taller figure. Harry.

They're back, and Im more scared then I was before.

I clap my hands twice, knowing that if I do, the lights will turn on so I can see the two figures. Just as I expected, the taller figure was Harry. But the other person wasn't who I expected it to be.

This person has golden blonde hair, his eyes are as blue as the ocean. They have a certain shine in them, and it's a shine that I always see when somebody is surprised/ happy. In all honesty, he is quite adorable.

Im snapped out of my thoughts as I feel an arm snake around my waist, pulling me close to him. Harry.

"Let. Go of me." I say through gritted teeth. I unwrap his arms from me, and I fall forward and land in the arms of the blonde. I look up and we make eye contact for seconds. Before we get rudely interrupted by the ass face himself.

"Niall. She is mine." The way harry says that sends a shiver down my spine. I don't want to be anybody's. But now I know the blondes name. Niall.

Niall's grip tightens around me as Harry walks closer. Is Niall just letting him have me like Im a piece of trash?

I thought he was sweet. I guess not.

A look of shock appeared in Niall's face as he sees the frightened expression on mine.

Then something I didn't think would happened.

Niall just let me go.

Notes

So... This is my first chapter.... Of my first fan fiction.

SO DO NOT JUDGE ME IF ITS NOT GOOD.

I love you readers even though you don't know me! (:

~ Cupcake Harry ❤