Running After You

I walk up the path to his house, holding Liam by his ear. He continuously complains that I am ripping the cartilage from his head, but I don't care. I finally reach his house, the brown welcome mat taunting me.

I ring the doorbell, three times, and just to be annoying, I knock as well.
I hear from inside, “Wait a second!”

An then Harry, his curly haired, green eyed self, opens the door. I smirk sarcastically, raising my eyebrows. He cringes, his eyes widening at the sight of Liam.

“Niomi, I–”

“Where is he, Harold?”

I push Liam inside the house, knocking himself and Harry to the floor. I walk in and close the door, locking it. The two boys look up at me, scared out of their minds.

“This is simple, boys,” I say, making sure no one else was home. There wasn't any cars in the driveway, anyway. I point at Harry, “You're going to tell me when and where you last saw him.”

“You,” I point to Liam, “I haven't decided what to do with you, yet.” Liam's brown eyes are wild, his breathing heavy. Harry's were starting to tear up, but at this point, all I wanted was Niall.

I lean up against the door, smiling cooly at them both. “So I'll ask again, Mr. Styles; where is he?”

Notes

I'm not sure how I like mean Rosa (or should I say Niomi?)

what are your thoughts on this chapter. I had a lot of fun coming up with it, but I'm not exactly sure about it anymore.