Silver Sky

Niall screws around with Harry, but Harry is a total closet case. But when Niall meets Zayn his whole world changes. He sneaks away to see him and everything seems so right, but all of a sudden Niall begins to see these numbers. Every person he looks at has them. They're eight simple digits, but he doesn't know what they mean, but when he finds out, he tries to change Zayn's and that causes them both to be blamed for a crime niether of them committed.


7. Escape

HARRY the room was boring and white. a beeping noise filled the mournful silence within the room. Harry lay covered, in bed, bandages over some places of his face. his breath and heart were finally steady after over a month of being unstable. He was on the edge of consciousness. "Will somebody stop that damn beeping," He spoke as if everything around him were normal. he patted his crusted eyes and let them roam the room he tried hard to gain some sort of focus on everything around him. "Harry, oh my God Harry," his mother rushed to the bed. "What's going on," he painfully pushed himself up on his elbows, "why are you crying mom." he sat up further and took in the full view of the room...the last thing he could remember see was the foreign freak Zayn's face in the alley everything after that was a complete blur. "you've been in a coma for nearly two months," his mother said. He didn't take into account much of what how mother was saying because he knew she exaggerated most of the time. his mother got up and ran for the door. "nurse, doctor, someone, my son is awake," she called out. I'm gonna kill him, was all Harry could think tho himself. Niall I spent weeks denying what I knew was true. I tried my best to completely ignore the numbers, to convince myself that they didnt exist. and for a while...they didnt until I couldn't take it. I felt like I couldn't look anyone in the eye for great of their number, but I had to accept that it was there, that all of them would be there. everyday I paid attention to the date and I never let it escape me. today is July 17th, Zayn and I had made plans to meet in the central part of downtown which doesn't sound like a very romantic place but it's actually very beautiful. Zayn and I had been spending a lot of time together I had grown very close to him I think I might be well...You know. he held my hand as we walked together, I liked that. people stated but I didn't care, Zayn...he made me stronger. he was so good for me in so many ways. We strolled down the streets passed the capital building down to the only grassy area the city contained. The grass was always perfectly green and trimmed to a tee. a single tree set on the corner closets to the road. benches were sprawled for people to sit. in the center set a beautiful marble fountain holding a realistically detailed lion in a pouncing position. I knew Zayn wouldn't want to sit on a bench, because he -for some reason- doesn't like to do things normally. he headed straight for the fountain where he took a seat on the edge where the water that fell have us a slight breeze in the seat of the city. Because of the position of the sun a shadow was cast over half the green. "You never told me if Egypt was coming to meet us today," he said as he placed his arm around me. "She got in trouble for something, she wouldn't tell me what though." he nodded and placed his head on mine and we just sat there like that, seemingly one with eachother. We were like that a lot and I liked that about him. We could just hug or look at eachother and tell so much with so little words. in the weeks we had been together we hadn't at all been intimate not even a kiss and I surprisingly I was okay with that. I honestly didn't care if we were intimate at all as long as he was there I was okay, he made me feel okay. I looked out into the space around us, the people all crowded and walking to the places they had to be. they revealed themselves like a storm, it was fast and they were absolutely everywhere. I wasn't looking anyone in the eye but I could see them, they all had the exact same number: 07172013 today's date... Zayn noticed my body tense and he looked at me. I moved my eyes away from him for fear of what I might see. "Niall what is it?" "Nothing," I lied. s date... Zayn noticed my body tense and he looked at me. I moved my eyes away from him for fear of what I might see. "Niall what is it?" "Nothing," I lied. "Then look at me love," with the soft touch of his hands he pulled my face back around to him. His chocolate eyes were warm and his smile inviting. I let him slowly pull me hoping the warmth of his embrace would destract me from what I might soon see. his lips grazed mine and the number appeared...the same number that everyone else had, it made me nervous. If this was what happened a month ago then that meant that everone here was dying today, but how was that possible. "Zayn we have to go," I say. He raised an eyebrow, "What?" "We need to leave here. right now," I stood quickly and took his hand. "Hey mommy look, a shooting star," I saw a little kid look up to his mother. "What's going on," Zayn spoke but I didn't listen all I knew was that I needed to get both of us out of here. as we ran I could see it falling from the sky getting faster with every second it fell down. the whole city seemed to stop a stare no one even thought it to be something dangerous...until.... it hit the earth with incredible force. We were close enough for its aftermath to propel us forwardand push us to the ground. my heart leapt in fear inside my chest. "Hey," someone yelled and I looked around to see where the noise had come. I saw his blue uniform and didn't stop for anything. "C'mon, let's go," I pulled Zayn forward. we ran for what felt like hours, but of course it wasn't we had gotten out of the heart of city but I had no clue where to go after that. the entire time I wondered...had they gotten a good look at us, did anyone realize who we were.... "Come on my grandmother's house is just around the corner, we can go there," he led the way, though he hadn't bother to take my hand as we went along. did he think it was my fault? the streets seemed desolate to be so close to the city. trees on each side cast a shadow over all the road only at some points did a stream of light pass through. The street was so bland all the homes looked the same. We climbed up the stairs of one of the houses and he knocked on the door. "gran, open up," he said. "back so soon darlin'," his grandmother opened the door and her face quickly picked up, "oh, you brought him home." consternation consumed my facial expression, the woman that stood in front of me was not what I was expecting to see. The woman was tall and mocha colored. her skin was withered and she held a half smoked cigarette in her hand. Zayn stepped up and hugged her, but I stayed stationary. "Well c'mon in you anit scared of a little old women of color are ya," she said with an almost leathery smile across her face. No, I just wish my boyfriend would have given me a heads up. I went in and the odor of smoke punched me square in the face, I resisted the urge to cough. "you two are in trouble, you need to leave...." I looked at Zayn my expression still awe, "how did she...." he shrugged, "she just knows things. speaking of did you know we needed to run." "Zayn baby isn't it obvious, the boy is like your granny," she took a drag of her cigarette. "Well...not exactly," I say. "Why don't you tell him," hear eyes bared my soul, looking into her eyes I saw no trace of her number, it didn't show itself to me and there was something unsettling about that. I looked uncomfortably at Zayn. "I..." there was a loud knock at the door, "Hello, open up. it's the police!" "Zayn get upstairs and pack something for you two hurry up." "I'm staying here," he said his eyes hard as stone. my heart was torn to shreds. "No, you need to go. for his protection and yours hurry," the calmness of her voice was deathly. Zayn didnt wait any time he went upstairs and seconds later came back with two bookbags stuffed full. "the backed door, wait for my word," she said. We did as she said, we waited by the backdoor as she opened the front. "good afternoon ma'am..." as he opened the back door and headed out in front of me I took his hand and he turned to look at me with his chocolate stone eyes. "Would you have really left me to run alone," I asked him. He just stood there and looked at me and said absolutely nothing.
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