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.


1. My house, not my party.

Niall The entire atmosphere of the room was different. I'd never seen my house so full before, it all made me nervous...which caused my heart to thud like a bass drum. Intoxicated teenagers swayed and toppled, was it strange that I was the only sober one at "my" party? Egypt, my bestfriend, told me she'd be inviting a few friends over...this...this is the whole school. The entire school in a drunken uproar. Where the hell did these speakers come from? Who bought all this damn beer? Peering through the magically breaking crowed I saw him. He had dark hair and beautiful chocolate eyes that shone even from this far away. I'd never seen him before, but his naturally seductive eyes and resilient smile made him flawless. His eyes met mine with an ear to ear smile and that let me know everything.... He was no secret, I was. Suddenly as fast as his smile had come on it melted away. His eyes grew wide and he slowly back out of the room. I whipped my head around to see who it was that seem to scare him away. I didnt have to guess, I knew, it was Harry. He was my "sortasecrectboyfriend" I could never really tell because he was so macho. He had a bad reputation at our school, temper problems, selling drug, all kinds of shit...but people liked him because he was also our star quarterback. Everyone gave him a break because of it...I guess I did too. "What the fuck was he stairing at," he said in his deep Dark voice. "I don't know, me maybe, why do you care," I attempted to keep my face hard. He pissed me off so much, but I couldn't control my sexual ferocity around him. It was like he had some sort of power over me. He moved up closer to me close enough to where our bodies touched. No one seemed to notice in the crowed and I figured that was a good thing. I held my breath, because everything inside me wanted to lean forward and try to kiss him; not that he would let me, but that's how it always was. Whenever he'd called me over for some "late night fun" he never let my lips anywhere near his. Instead we just let our hands grope eachother like we were desperate to find something that wasnt there. It took all the will power I had to say,"Go harass someone else." I stared to walk away but he grabbed my hand, I looked back at him and snatched roughly away my eyes seething-spewing hate at him and I knew that he could see that because the Dark of his face, for a split second became innocent and Light but I couldnt believe that was real because it was Harry and he felt nothing for no one. I searched around the kitchen trying to find the boy that had given me the devine smile. Nowhere. I couldnt find him, so I had given up, maybe it was all in my head. You know, that dream guy that forever on your mind. It's sad when you cant get any at your own party. I walked out into my backyard. Walking on the plush grass was uncomfortable to me, I hated it honestly, I dont know why though.... I came straight into the moon light because thats where I felt comfortable in the night. The silver light put good in a Dark place. "Your hair look beautiful out here," I jumped at the abrupt sound of his voice. It was velvety and laced with a thick english accent. I turned to look at him and here in the lesser light he seemed darker than before. His aura reminded me of Harry's and that I didnt like. "Who are you," I asked. "Zayn, I just transfered here from Bradford," his chocolate eyes gazed into me soul. "How'd you know about the party," I didnt need for him to answer because I already knew I was just curious to what his answer would be. "Is it that important..." "I guess not...Im...Im Niall," I stutter and searched for air to breath. It was the I had realized how close we'd become. Instead if intense sexual urges I felt like my heart was going to fall out of my chest. I felt like at any moment I would float away, but I wouldnt because he was the string keeping on the ground. You sound crazy Niall, I said to myself. I didnt care at all, Id never felt such a feeling before and I loved it and I didnt want it to go away. I looked up at him, because he was slightly taller than me. We moved closer and closer until our lips were centimeters from eachother... "Niaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall!" The music cut and my mothers voice boomed over the crowed inside. "Oh fuck," my voice shook as I looked toward the house, so close to kissing the beautiful boy that stood infront of me. Harry: He looked through the glass his eyes swelling with hatred. That boy was in his way and he didnt like that. He turned away from what was about to happen making his way to the front door he suffled skillfully through the other drunkards not feeling quiet as drunk and joyful as he once had. He opened the front door and smiled as he saw the man and woman standing there. "Mr. and Mrs. Horan how great to see you," he manuvered passed them feeling his last bit of joy that night. He tripped over his own feet his whole way home slurring comments and things about the boy that Niall had ditched him for. "How could you do that to me Niall," he spoke to himself. He chugged down the rest of the solo cup and threw it to the ground, "Niall!" he screamed to the silver sky as if the moon could hear his words. his Dark stuttered, slurred words. This is the end, his drunk mind thought. Little did he know, this was actually the beginning.
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