I flickered my eyes open to a loud thump. Everything was covered in darkness. I grabbed my phone to shine some light into the room. I looked at the time to see it was a little after midnight so Zayn wasn't kidding when he said he would be home late. I heard the thump sound again, this time a bit louder.
"Zayn?" I called out getting to my feet. No one responded so I got worried and slowly walked to the kitchen with much caution. There was a knife laying on the counter. As I reached for it someone covered my mouth with their hand. Panic took over my body as I pushed my arm back with a lot of fierce. I heard a low groan and knew it was a male who just attacked me. I grabbed the knife and turned to face him. My heart was pounding so fast and hard, with my arms shaking from fear. Then the lights turned on and I saw Liam on his knees holding his chest groaning in pain. Zayn was by the lights, and by the looks of his hair he had a great time with Julie.
"What's going on?" He questioned.
"She just went crazy!" Liam groaned trying to stand up. I stood there nervously with the knife still planted firmly in my hands. Zayn walked over and released my grip on the knife. He set it back down on the counter before cuffing my face with his hands. He placed his forehead against mine and stared into my eyes.
"Brie, are you okay?" He asked and I nodded slowly. "Why are you in my house Liam?"
"I wanted to see if you looked at that yet..." He coughed nervously. Obviously he was lying. That's what scared me. I clung to Zayn's arm like a frightened sister.
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I sat on his bed in shorts and a tank top as he tried to find something. He had his shirt off and was only in a pair of gym shorts. I had to fight the urge to tackle him to the bed and start making out with him.
"So wait Liam was there?" He questioned digging through his dresser.
"Yeah! Inside the house past midnight!" I said.
"He said that he wanted to see if Zayn looked over whatever he gave him earlier last night."
"You should have stabbed him." Harry joked.
"I was so close to it. I was scared." I muttered.
"Did he touch you?"
"He covered my mouth but I hit him." I giggled.
"How?" He walked over to me rising his eyebrow at me.
"Want me to show you?" I smirked.
"Sure." He chuckled as I stood up and turned my back towards him. I pulled his arm and placed it just like Liam had his last night. My heart started pounding as he rested his free hand on my waist where part of my stomach was showing due to the fact that Harry's house was blazing hot so I rolled it up a bit. "Then what happened?"
"I moved my arm back like this..." I motioned before he grabbed my arm turning me around and staring into my eyes with his deep greens eyes. Thankfully my phone saved me. I heard it ringing so I pushed away from him to answer it. It was my step-mother.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Gabby? Dear your father isn't well....can you come to the hospital?" She was crying so something really must have been bad.
"I'll be there soon." I said before hanging up. I turned around to see Harry back at his dresser searching again. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist laying my face against his back. I felt his hands touch mine.
"Is everything okay?" He asked.
"Something's wrong with my father..." I muttered. "I have to go to the hospital."
"Be safe." He turned around and kissed my forehead which caused shocks to fill my body. He went back to searching his draws as I left. My heart was beating extremely fast and I knew that my face was probably bright red. I wonder what was wrong with my father? Crap knowing Susan she probably told my older sister. Yes I have an older sister, but she's half. My father was having an affair with Susan when she was made. Then a few years later I was born by my mother and him. She found out about Susan when I was five and left his ass. Shortly after that she learned about my sister Jasmine. My mother said that she heard rumors that they also had a boy before I was born. That he was only a year or so older than me, but she said they were only rumors as far as she could tell. I got to the hospital then went up the elevator just as the nurse told me. When I reached the floor I saw Jasmine talking to a face that made me puzzled. I approached them just as Susan came out and said "I'm glad you came son." Son. Son. Son. They all turned to see me with my mouth wide open.
"Brie..." He muttered.