With Great Power

Phillipa’s POV

“Morning mum,” I lay on my bed, the covers had fallen onto the floor or something while I was asleep because no matter how much I moved, I couldn’t find them, “okay, okay, chill! I’m getting ot of bed!” I begged my eyes to open, it took a few minutes, but I managed it. The sun was streaming in through my window and a cold breeze swept over me. I sat up, where the fuck was I?! I looked around, shit! I was in that old shack, again! I listened intently for anyone who might hear me, but was safe. I stood up and made my way to the door. Maybe next time, I’ll explore, find out what’s bringing me here, but for now, I needed to get to school. I stepped out of the building, and found myself spinning. Next thing I know, I’m in the same room I woke up in. Bloody hell! I picked up my phone to call Niall and found that there was no signal. I tried to escape a few more times before seeing two men walking towards the shack. Shit. I ran as far away from the door as I could and then realised my mistake, that was EXACTLY where they were going to go. I hid behind a half broken sofa next to a small hole in the wall. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Lord that they wouldn’t find me!
“No one will find us here, trust me.” The larger man said.
“Good, if they do, it’s on you’re head!” the smaller man sat on the sofa. I held my breath, trying desperately to not be noticed. I had to breath after a couple of minutes and so took a quick sip of air. It was much louder than I immediately covered my mouth with my hand. The men were talking about clients, money and drugs, at least I assumed what they saying was slang for different drugs. Suddenly, I heard a gunshot, and the sound of cracking plaster from one of the walls. I kept quiet, but moved backwards in shock. Oh dear! My finger had slipped through the crack in the wall and I could feel myself spinning. I tried to fight it, but it was useless.
“What do we have here?” said the smaller man, standing up. He was older than I’d first thought.
“How the fuck did we not notice her?” exclaimed the younger, wider man. The younger man smiled at me, teeth bared.
“How much did you hear, darling?” he grinned, “we won’t get mad.” Somehow I knew he was lying.” I sat there silently.
“Fine,” he nodded to his companion, “we have no choice.” The younger man pulled out a gun and aimed it at my head, before I’d had time to scream, he’d pulled the trigger.

Zayn’s POV

Seriously, who was this girl. Is she crazy sitting in this place? Surely she must’ve heard that brute coming from a mile away, maybe she’s deaf. That would explain why she didn’t answer. Shit, he’s going to shoot her. Fucking hell, she’s like 15! I ran in front to take the bullet. As the metal hit my chest I felt the pain shoot through my body. I used the last of my strength to take the gun from its wielder and aimed it at the short guy. The man suddenly looked terrified and ordered his man to leave me alone.
“Right,” I ordered, “now, get out of here and tell no one what you saw here today!” the two men slowly waddled out of the abandoned building. I fell to my knees, covering my wound to attempt to relieve my pain.
“Oh my God!” the girl exclaimed. I couldn’t help but laugh. I closed my eyes and couldn’t help but let go of a sigh of relief as the pain vanished. I opened my hand to reveal the caught bullet and my perfectly healed body. There was still a hole in my t-shirt and a small amount of blood that had escaped before the wound fixed itself. She stared at me like I was about to stab her,
“You’re welcome,” I rolled my eyes and began to walk away.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Zayn, and you?” I stood in the doorway facing away from her.
“Philly,” she coughed and pulled herself off the ground, “you just….”
“Philly?” I heard a voice echo around the walls.
“Niall, I’m here!” she shouted. I stepped into the room towards ‘Philly’ to let in ‘Niall’. He stared at me as if to say ‘what did you do to her?
“Hey,” I smiled, “I’m the guy who saved your girlfriends life.”
“He’s okay, don’t worry,” the girl addressed Niall, “and we’re NOT dating, it’s purely platonic.” She addressed me. I nodded.
“So,” Niall asked, “you’re immortal, what’s that mean?” How the fuck did her know that?

Notes

Chapter 2, I'm getting through the characters slowly. And don't worry, Harry's being introduced properly next chapter, ;)

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