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"Well, well, well, it seems you've made it through," Harry taunted through the mic, "What a pleasant surprise."

"I'm coming for you." Niall threatened, walking into the ending lobby. The light blue paint was chipped and peeled down to the muddied pink carpet. 

"Ah, perfect!" Harry mused, "Enter the door to your left, would you?"

Two clown animatronics stood, frozen in a waving position. They looked almost identical, with brownish-red noses and a pale sheet of makeup on. Their curly blue hair stuck together like two cones on top of their head, and their costumes had a rainbow of poka dots on them. 

Upon closer inspection, Niall discovered that only one of the figures was an animatronic and the other was a mannequin. 

In front of Niall was a chained door that wouldn't budge when pushed against. He figured the door to his left was another trap, and tried to avoid it.

After kicking his foot up against it a couple times and almost breaking his toe bone, he resorted to the door Harry referred to.

This one was fully open with light shining through. Niall took in a nervous breath and began his way through. 

He wondered how the fun house still even had power, let alone stable structures. The metal stairs he walked up seemed to be pretty sturdy despite being covered in rust. 

After making his way up the stairs, his blood pressure immediately shot up as he was faced with the man who has been taunting him. 

He has entered some type of control room made entirely of metal scaffolding with giant machines up against the wall. Windows exposed different areas of the funhouse, including the one he'd just escaped from. 

What made Niall nauseous were the piles of monitors, fixed on every corner of every room, which were used to study Niall's entire journey. A single microphone stood on desk with two dolls sitting next to the monitors.

"Hello, there." Harry greeted, wearing a soft yet menacing smile. His voice was much deeper than what Niall was used to over the mics, and it wasn't helping his nerves.

His eyes were heavily dilated despite the lamp lights in the room.

"Hi." Niall sputtered, clenching his sweaty fists in anxiousness.

Harry got up from his chair, making his pink tux unwrinkle with his movement. 

Maintaining eye contact, he slowly walked over to the fearful trespasser. The metal floor rang with each footstep.

When Harry was a bit too close for comfort, he squinted his eyes slightly, "What do you think you're doing in our park?"

Even though Harry was speaking in regular tone, he was so close to Niall that it sounded like he was yelling.

The two dolls were facing towards him, somehow staring him down with empty sockets.

Niall could barely understand what Harry had said over the own beating of his heart in his ears, "I-I wanted to interview." 

Niall didn't care that he wasn't making sense, he was just glad to have said something. 

"Ah, i see," Harry spoke slowly, nodding, "And by interview, you mean damaging the park's good name?" 

"I'm not." Niall argued, looking up at Harry with scared yet courageous eyes. 

"But you are," Harry tusked, "Don't think we can't hear what you speak into that device of yours." 

Niall suddenly became defensive, mustering up his might and speaking, "This park doesn't deserve its good name."

Harry raised a brow, "Pardon?" 

"This park doesnt deserve its good name." Niall said, much more confidently than the last time. 

"And why is that, i may ask?" Harry grew a smirk on his plump lips. 

"Dont act like you dont know what you've done to me," Niall seethed, glaring up at Harry, "I almost fucking died in here, this isnt a good place at all!" 

"To a trespasser, that is." Harry pointed out, enjoying Niall's obvious display of annoyance. 

"Im a journalist, im allowed to go wherever the hell i want and do whatever the hell i want, including shutting this place down." Niall threatened, pointing at Harry. 

He was going to go in and poke his chest to show his seriousness, but his hand was caught midway. 

Harry grabbed Niall's wrist, pulling him closer so their chests were touching. 

Niall's rapidly rising chest hit against Harry's calm one.

"That wouldn't be very fun, now would it?" The taller man slowly whispered to Niall. 

"Yes it would." Niall countered, fluttering his eyes shut as he felt Harry's hot breath on his cheek. 

"Would you like to know what would be more fun?" Harry asked, his eyes gazing at every one of Niall's features. Harry couldn't deny that the man in front of him was beautiful, his eyes couldn't get enough.

"What?" Niall whimpered, expecting the worse. 

Harry reached up with his other hand, cupping Niall's shoulder and slowly glided down his side. His large hand turned towards his back once he reached Niall's hips and rested on the nape of his back. 

Niall could almost hear a faint 'my apologies' ghost from Harry's lips.

Niall was too scared to say anything or object to Harry's touches, almost melting in his hands. 

"This." 

Harry swiftly grabbed the recorder out of Niall's back pocket, stepping away with the device. 

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