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.


5. I see numbers

Niall My muscles ached. My head was spining and dirt clung to me like cat's claws. I hung my upper half as I shuffled upstairs to my bedroom. I'd cleaned everything you could think of even things you couldn't. I hadn't spoken a word since this morning so I didn't trust my voice to say a word. My body was moist in places it should only be if I were in water. I felt nasty, but I guess that's what I get for "throwing" a party. "Niall," for the first time all day my fathers voice was angelic. "Uh...Yeah dad," I looked at him strangely. "I'm sorry if you think I'm hard on you. You and I both know you're a good kid, but knowing that when you do bad things just makes me crazy," he smirked a little. I looked him square in his eyes. They were deep blue just as mine was, it was like looking into age mirror. Something strange appeared then... 12202025 It made no since at all, those eight numbers just sitting there in his eyes. I thought nothing of it, I was hallucinating. "I understand dad," I smiled warmly back at him, "You don't have to worry about anymore keggers." "Fast learner, I'm going for a drive you wanna come?" "Nahh, I'm pooped, I'm gonna shower and hit the sack." "Alright then." As he walked away I could hear his keys jingle. After the door slammed shut i collapsed on my bed and feel asleep before I even got a chance to was the filth off of me. ***** The sun was near it's hightest when I woke. It was the constant vibration of my cell phone that had woken me up. I still hadn't conjured the strength to sit up, my body still kinda ached from all the work yesterday. I reached out for my phone and quickly unlocked the screen... 12 missed calls...all from Egypt. My full consciousness woke up abruptly, I shot upright like a bullet. Zayn! I called her back and she answered immediately, "I have been calling you since 10:30, do you not remember who you're supposed meet someone at 12:00? Get the hell up shit dick!" "Okay, okay calm down. I'm getting up," and I did. I slid on my shirt and hoped around until both legs were in my jeans. I sprinted downstairs and then...boom! I ran smack into a wall and fell back on the steps. I blinked to gain some clarity and looked up at the stonewall I had run into. "Where do you think you're going," my dad said. I took the phone from my ear and attempted to rack my brain around an excuse that would make perfect since, but then I saw it again. The numbers clear as day: 12202025 "1-2-2-0-2-0-2-5," I spoke the numbers allowed to myself. "What are you talkin' about," my father spoke and I could hear Egypt calling my name from the phone. "I...I don't know, I've been feeling crazy since yesterday. Could I go for a walk?" "Be back by dinner." He continued on up the stairs. As I headed for the front door I gazed over into the living room where my mother was sitting with her head on her knees. "Hey mom," I say. She looked up at me and a little smirk was revealed on her face. Deep in her green eyes...a numbers: 06172019. I shook my self as if that would make it go away. Is it possible that too much physical work and cleaning is giving me mental problems? This is why parents shouldn't put their children through school. The park was beautiful today, the sun was high, little kids ran and tumbled around with their parents. The breeze presented a slight chill when it passed through but other than that it was perfect. I kept thinking what I should say when I saw him...would he say hi first, maybe I should say hi first, I should find somewhere to sit and look cool or jus prop myself up beside a tree or jusr stand here like it's whatever but if I do that he might think I'm trying to be like him... "Hey there," His voice startled me out of my mind-babbling. I stayed stiff and didn't turn around, I didn't trust my facial expression around him at this moment. I had no idea what my face looked like, I probably looked crazy. He placed his hand on my shoulder and the strong touch of it made me want to fall into him wholeheartedly, "You gonna say hi back." I put a cool smile on my face and turned to look at him. I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head. There was a stinging silence between us, my heart fell and heat radiated, my breath was heavy. Deep in his chocolate eyes it appeared, but I let it slip away. I didnt bother to let myself see what the numbers were, they didn't mean anything. Why did I keep seeing them. "Are you okay love?" "Yeah, I'm fine. So, what do want to do," I relaxed myself and smiled. "I brought food," he lifted up a wicker basket and shook it slightly. My chest felt warm. It was a sweet gesture, that Harry would have never thought or even tried to do. In that moment as we laid out the blanket and sat down accross from eachother I felt like everything Harry put me through had led up to this moment. The moment I get to spend with a good guy, that's worth every second of my day. We sat there for hours just talking about nothing, everything unimportant in the word seemed to be a productive conversation with him and that truely amazed me.I'd never talk to a boy this much ever. I'd never noticed but we had ended up closer to eachother and I had ended up playing with his fingers. clapping our hands together, tangling and untangling our fingers. I had taken off my shoes and gotten very comfortable. I felt in one day I knew everything about him. He stopped talking for a moment and looked deep into my eyes, I hoped that his number would not show up I didn't want to see it. "Do you want to kiss me?" As he spoke the words his eyes melted. Instead responding the way I wanted I freaked out and the first thing to pop in my head was a refrence to a musical, I didn't mean to say but, "Someday." I could see in his eyes that he got it, "Someday, what do you mean someday." "I have a feeling you've been kissed a lot," I say, "I'm so sorry, I make refrences to things when I'm nervous." "It's fine. I think it's very cute," he smiled and kissed my nose. I could feel my cheeks become rose red. We looked at eachother and the static between us was high, we began to inch toward eachother. "Freaks," the voice came out of nowhere. I looked up to see where it had come from. He looked into my eyes and It appeared faster than normal. The eight numbers: 06072013 "0-6-0-7-2-0-1-3," I spoke it aloud. "What did you say to me!" the man turned around and i gave him a look a confusion to what it was he was referring to. He walked away slurring something under his breath that I payed no attention to. In my poket my phone buzzed and urgently I looked at him, "What time is it!" "5:30, why?" I hoped up and began running, "I'm so sorry, I have to go," I yelled. It wasn't until I'd reached the door of my home that I realized I had forgotten to put on my other shoe.
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