Enticing Charm

Laying on my bed in my dark room, I huffed and scowled up at the glow n the dark paint on my ceiling. I find my lips pulling in to a smile, remembering the day Niall showed up with the paint and insisted I 'get out of my comfort zone.'

That, stupid, yet amazing blonde boy brushed a streak on my nose I screamed. Flush covers my cheeks at the memory of us rolling around, wrestling, on my bed. Like usual, we laughed and screamed until his hand found the back of my neck.

My smile is replaced with a frown as it cover my eyes with my palms, reliving the memory of the sudden seriousness and desire etched on his face when he brought his lips to mine...

The skin on my face gets hotter by the second so I shake my head and force myself from the bed, taking my phone with me I go to my closet and pulled out something more comfy.

I need to clear my head, the only way doing that is by seeing him.

I needed out sort things out with Niall.

Not wanting to drive I get dressed quickly,

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And leave my empty house in to the dark night. I check the time on my phone

11:27

Damn, It's late. I knew Niall wouldn't care... he always was to good to me. I frown and start the walk to his place. He will surely be livid with me, but I felt inclined to see him.

Tucking my jacket tighter, I worry about not dressing up enough. I wasn't wearing a lot of makeup, and my hair was a mess but he wouldn't reject me, not after what happened....

Turning down his street I felt a little self conscious, this was a nice neighbor hood.

And when I saw nice I mean like literal mansion, nice.

Sighing I take a short cut through a yard, not worrying about which one, the people in these types of houses were surely sleeping by now. Glancing up just out of nerves, I look at the house I'm coming up to.

It's gigantic, four stories at least, with old Gothic decorating. It doesn't look modern like the other houses around here, it was antique looking almost. And in fact it was breathtakingly beautiful. The whole thing was a dark brown brick, green window accidents on the old curled, decorated cement.

Sneakily, I go up the drive way, no flood lights turn on but I glance over to what looks like a small two car garage, a few yards away from the house, cloth covered the window but I could hear the thumping music and yelling.

Stupid kids.

I hate partying, it's dumb. I wasn't invited a lot anyways so it doesn't matter that much.

I felt a little something strange in my stomach as I crept through the strangers yard and driveway. This part of town, though close to town, was still secluded, high trees surrounded the property, hiding the one to it's left which was too far to see anyways.

Going past the party in the garage unnoticed, I creep to the back yard, now being completely covered by the house from my view of the street. It was getting dark. Maybe I should just call Niall? I frown and just as I reach for my cell... it happens.

Three dark haired men, shove two other men in to the yard, they're not just bickering, yelling, screaming even. The two luminous and dark haired men 'shh' them and shove them harder towards the woodsy boundary of the backyard. One of the two men being pushed freezes like I have been .

"Tomlinson, listen, we have been buddies for years! Fuck Styles, don't put my head on the chopping block!" Hysteria creeps in to his words, I know I should be running, turning and running. I'm not sure whats going on. But I know in my gut it's more than a friendly disagreement.

"Shut your fucking mouth, you know what happens when you do what you do!"

I repel at the foul language and crude tone.

The music in the garage dies down.

Oh no. No. No. No.

I need to leave. I need to get out of here, but before I can, the desperate man lunges on the one names 'Tomlinson,' a last name I'm presuming.

The men start screaming and it's a huge struggle.

The music shuts off.

I'm frozen.

I see flashes of silver in the third buff man.

No.

This isn't happening.

"What the fuck is going on?!" I voice bellows behind me, I spin around and find a tall, blue eyed boy. he would have been beautiful, minus the piercings and tattoo. His eye fly to me. Three men follow him outside, horror strikes their face when it meets mine. "DAD STOP!" The tall boy screams over my head, before I can turn back to the fight I hear it.

BANG

BANG

I spin around to the fight happening in the backyard and I nearly puke.

The two guys lay down in the dirt. A smoking gun is put back in to a pocket.

The world spins.

"Fuck." Someone mutters. It's silent until the three original dark men turn. The one who had the gun meets my eyes. Apparently the father of the pierced boy behind me.

"The fuck..?" He spits, taking one step towards me, panic on their faces. I take step back. No one moves. "Louis, Harry!" The adult Tomlinson snaps

Then it clicks.

I just witnessed a double homicide.

Good god.

Before the guys in the yard and behind me and move, I finally use my brain once tonight and turn and run. I can hear a few more rounds being fired in my direction.

"GET HER!" The adult Tomlinson screams, the four boys take after me, their shoes loud, pursuing me. Terror like none I have ever experienced rips through every inch of my being. Every single diameter of me in on fire, my body forced to keep propelling from the insane amount of adrenaline as the boys chase me out the yard and down the street.

The next house is a few yards but I don't know if I'm going to make it. The boys are hot on my heels and keep calling out for me.

I throw a look over my shoulder, three of them chasing me down. Something suspicious creeps from my subconscious but I keep it at bay...

Wait weren't there four.

Then I crash in to a pair of muscles arms, arms that were hard yet soft at the same time.

I knew these muscles. I knew the boy who was holding me. Thank god, he had found me. Rescued me like always.

My breathe heaves in my chest.

The minute I crash in to him my arm fly around his waist.

"NIALL!" I scream in to his chest, tearing at his skin, trying to push him, trying to get him to run with me, run to safety, but he doesn't budge.

I try to pull back but the arms hold me.

No, not hold me..... restrain me.

Why is Niall keeping me in this place, they're after me!?!

I hear the boys stop behind my back, heaving for air.

"That bitch is fast!" One of them splutters.

The terror is back.

The realization of what I just did there.......

I slowly peel my head out from the chest I'm buried in, I look up and see nothing but beautiful green eyes.

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