8. Chapter Eight
The next morning I get up and take a shower and then go downstairs. “That’s why it smelled girly.” Louis says and I smirk. “Yes.” I say, laughing and he smiles. “Hungry?” Harry asks, walking in, in only his boxers. “Yes.” I say and he smiles at me. “Marcel made pancakes.” He says and I nod and go into the kitchen where Marcel is sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone. “Hey!” I say, grabbing a plate and putting pancakes on it and then sitting across from him, grabbing the syrup. “Hey.” He says, staring intensely at his phone. “What are you doing?” I ask, starting to eat my pancakes. “Calling the nearest prison,” he says, glancing at me and I nod. He puts his phone to his ear and we eat in silence until he starts talking to the person over the phone.
After breakfast and the phone call, we go out to search for Niall. I check the place from last night but only see a homeless man. “Have you seen this man?” I ask, holding out a picture of Niall. “He beat me up and took my money and ran off!” He says, shaking. I put five dollars in his cup and run back to the car. We drive to the dive bars; most of them have seen him but don’t know where he went. “This is hopeless!” I exclaim but he shakes his head. “I think I know where he is.” He says and we get back in the car and he speeds off.
We arrive to a place called Uncovered. We get out and I follow Marcel inside. Inside it is smoky and there are strobe lights and poles and girls dancing on them. Ewe, he is low enough to go to a strip club? We head to the back and enter a room where Niall is in the corner, drunk and unconscious. “Let’s at least wait to take him to jail when he is conscious.” I say and he shrugs and we haul him up and he groans and we take him outside and throw him in the back and start to drive back home. Ugh, he is like an annoying teenager.
Here you go!! -BoyBand&&VinerCrazed;)<3