With Great Power

Niall’s POV

You’ve got to be FUCKING kidding me! Okay, let me explain. It’d been days since Philly had been having any problems with her ability. We were just relaxing in our flat and she was gone. Thank God it was only me nearby, what if we’d been at school, or worse! I tried calling her phone over and over, but she wouldn’t pick up. I was fine, It couldn’t be that bad, alright fine, I swear I was going to be sick. I had no fucking idea where she was and… Think about this logically. I walked out of the house, checking my phone every few seconds and went to my car. I started the engine and moved down the drive, I headed for the abandoned house. For god’s sake she’d better be there.

Elsa’s POV

“Philly?” I whispered at the girl lying asleep in the middle of what people were now calling ‘The Hideout’ – mainly just Harry. Slowly, she opened her eyes and stared at me, confused.
“Shit!” she sat bolt upright.
“You can’t be here, there are people searching for the people I’m staying with! If they get caught, you’ll be here too and….”
“I don’t need your help!” She somehow shouted without her voice getting any louder. Clearly she was even less keen on me than I thought she was. “Anyway, it’s not like I chose to be here.” She scolded me, reminding me of my mother. I just stood up and walked out. From that moment I couldn’t give a fuck who caught her. I made my way to the area I’d decided to be mine and sat down.
“Who’s in there?” Harry asked, pretending to be terrified.
“Just a girl.” I didn’t look at him.
“Is she trying to take over our hideout? How many more are coming?” I couldn’t help but laugh, he sat down more seriously, “so you know her?”
“Sort of,” our eyes met and I could tell that he knew what I meant, “she hates my guts.” I smiled, turning away.
“Everyone does,” I stared at him, shocked, “I mean,” he stammered, “everyone has someone who hates their guts.” He blushed slightly and I rested my head on his shoulders,
“I prefer having people who hate me than people who don’t know I exist.”
“What about people who think you’re really cool,” I turned to him, “in your own special way.” I pushed him jokily. He was the first person I’ve ever been able to act like that around, the first person I trusted as, well, a friend I guess. For a moment, I completely forgot about the girl. Harry stared right past me and at her, before falling down and pretending to be asleep. I suddenly noticed that nobody was actually sleeping, just waiting to see what I was going to do. Liam and Zayn would have done something, but they were upstairs. I lay back, ignoring her and trying to pretend she wasn’t there. I could see out of the corner of my eyes as she glared at me. It was good to know that the feeling was mutual.

Liam’s POV

It was morning again, my body was aching from the floor but I didn’t want to stand up. I was cold, despite the summer sun shining on me through a hole in the roof and there was nobody else in the room with me. Most of the others didn’t trust the upstairs and Zayn was in the room opposite.

I heard footsteps from the hallway as someone reached the last few steps(they were the creakiest), and walked towards Zayn’s room. It was probably Camilla, she’d come to see him several times in the night. The girl stopped, and turned so that I could see her. Okay, that definitely wasn’t Camilla, for one thing her hair wasn’t dyed red. It was a light brown and neater than all of ours, like she’d brushed it the night before. I quickly realised that she was staring at me, and I was staring at her. I nodded and she turned away, crossly. Well, I didn’t mean to piss her off or anything, but if that’s how she’s going to be.

Notes

Sorry it took along time. I've been busy at school. Also, sorry that it's short but I'll try to update more often.