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part two
chapter thirty-six

H.E.S.
Once Niall is secured in my car, I take the wheel and drive away from Louis house quickly. The only thing I can think about as I take my boyfriend home is how stupid I was not to take that phone for evidence. My head hurts as fireworks blast left and right, distracting me from my speedy driving.

"Harreeeey," Niall whines, stretching his limbs out.

"Yes babe?" I answer him.

"Ooo 'babe'," he giggles, "so kinky you...anyway baaaaabe I would like some hot cocoa. Extra hot, with some extra hot marshmallows."

"Ni, if marshmallows are hot, they'll melt." I chuckle.

"What?!" he exclaims, scrambling out of his seat, "you're shitting me?!"

"Nope," I take some humor into the situation, "they'll melt away into your hot cocoa."

"Fucking marshmallows, get it together," he mutters under his breath. I open the windows, suddenly desiring a breeze to cool me off.

"Oh boy," I hear Niall from the passenger seat again and I smile, "I feel like a princess! Because like they have the wind blowing through their hair as they run in slow motion to the princes and stuff like that uh...wait but I don't have a prince..."

He turns his head ever so slowly (on purpose probably) towards me and I smirk, looking back,

"Yes?"

"Harry, will you be my prince."

"Of course Niall."

"YES!" he cheers, almost making me crash the car due to pure shock, "FUCK YEAH!"

"Niall!" I pull over in a nearby parking lot, taking deep breaths as I regain full composure, "Don't do that!"

"Aw," he grumbles, crossing his arms, "you really are a party poop--"

"Yeah yeah I know. What is it with that name?!" I groan, starting the car again and driving back out onto the highway. Only a few more minutes 'till I get home and I can un-drunk Niall. The radio is off so all I can listen to right now is my drunkie's moaning and groaning. He's starting to become a really annoying drunk and the only thing that could ever make up for this catastrophe is if he blows me dry.

The rest of the car ride consists of Niall constantly begging me to play Ed Sheeran or Demi Lovato or he'll cry infinite tears to cease hell, and my phone repeatedly buzzing with texts and calls from my relatives and friends in the United Kingdom, wishing me a Happy New Year, since it's been way past their twelve o'clock mark and now close to ten in the morning.

Eventually, I do play Demi Lovato, and Niall turns up the volume, despite my pleas not to. It's almost five in the morning and I don't want to disturb anyone. Nonetheless, I let the loud music stay the way it is, because it keeps him somewhat quiet.

It's weird, because I've only seen Niall drunk in certain situations, but not wasted, as in completely shitfaced.

The second I pull into my driveway, I happily stop the car and haul him out. I carry him all the way inside, amidst his protests, blessed that we're still alive and not tangled in what could have been a huge mess.

"Okay, come here," I sit him down on a stool while reaching for an ice pack, "just chill out."

"Why are you giving me this?" he chuckles, "You're supposed to give me water or painkillers or a blowjob, not an ice pack."

I look at the ice pack and realize he's right; I'm delusional and he's drunk.

Good.

"Bastard," I mutter, taking a bottle of water out of the fridge, "here."

"Thank you!" he smiles and pulls my head down, kissing the corner of my mouth. I turn my lips to his and kiss his stupid drunken mouth, missing the feel of him on me.

"Sober up," I joke quietly before going to our room. He follows me like a lost puppy into the room, sitting on the bed as I take off my shirt, leaving my upper body bare.

"You've got a really nice everything..."

He eases his hands around my waistline and I catch them before he can inch any further.

"Watch it." I snicker. He sighs and slams his head on my back, kissing the outline of my spine softly. We stay like that for awhile, and I know that Niall is slowly sobering up again, because he's quiet, just admiring the moment like he usually does.

"You know," he sighs, "you look really nice. There's like, uh...moonlight and stuff and..."

"You need to stop trying to be a deep thinker," I smile, "Your brain isn't as vast when you're not in the moment."

"Shut up you shit," he moans, "I am in the moment."

"Which one? The one where you're getting jealous of a girl I don't even know?"

"I know Louis kissed you." He sighs. My eyes go wide and I look back at him,

"I--"

"I know you didn't mean it," he continues tiredly, "he wants to kiss everyone when he's high. He's tried me multiple times."

"Hm..."

"So, sober yet?"

"No, I was barely drunk."

"What."

"I tricked you," he giggles into my back and my jaw drops, my mind blown, "I just wanted to get on that bitch's ass. I filled my cups with soda instead of alcohol sometimes. Happy New Year!"

"You're a dick!" I exclaim, grabbing his shoulders from behind, "I carried you up all those fucking stairs!"

"I know!" He laughs again, "God, fucking hilarious!"

"You, are a true dick." I turn around, looking at him with a small angry face, "You need to be punished."

"Huh?" He looks strangely at me. I slap his ass sharply and he squeals,

"The--"

"You're getting those all week," I tell him, "all week, at any moment, I will spank you."

"I--oh my god!" he starts to laugh and I laugh with him, until I stop abruptly and hit him again.

"Gah!"

"Mhm," I sass. He kisses me and I slump into it, holding him in my arms,

"I assume you know about why I made us leave then?"

"Uh no," he moves from my embrace to the king sized bed, "Not exactly, what was that all about?"

"Well," I sigh, "Remember that Gwen chick?"

"Mhm?"

"She...she was involved with Stan attacking Louis' house. I picked up her phone when she left to fill her cup because she had been looking around as if she was committing a crime on it. It seems as if someone paid Stan and gave him Louis' new address. Gwen is one of them. And there's more."

"You didn't pick up the phone?"

"No and I know I should've. All I was concerned about was getting you out of there. Someone is after you and Louis and as long as I'm in your life I'm gonna keep you safe."

I see it in his eyes this time; he understands what I'm trying to say now when I say it. He nods, finally surrendering to my opinion.

"You're right," he sighs, "something is really up. We need to tell Louis and Zayn, and we...we need to take this to someone."

"Not the police," I say, "then they'll know that we know something's up and lay low until the cops see nothing happening."

"Then who do we go to?"

"Family," I sigh, "at least, for me, the family I have left."

"Gemma?" he suggests and I nod, not forgetting my sister.

"Hey," I bring up something I recognized earlier, "your mum seemed really unsettled the night of Thanksgiving. Was she okay? Overwhelmed?"

"I... you're right." he confesses, "something was up. I just haven't talked to her since Christmas and I didn't want to ask cause you know, it was Christmas."

"Yeah," I agree.

"I'll call her soon babe," he takes out his phone from his pocket and tosses it to the side, "As soon as I make Liam pay for a new one."

"Hey," I pout, "let me just fix it."

"No." He says sternly, "you're already protecting me; I want to pay for my own stuff."

"I'm buying you a new phone."

"No. You're not fixing or buying me a phone."

"I buy the phone and you pay the fees. Last offer."

"Fine, deal."

1. read 'motions' [niam short story]
2. check out 'sex journal' [larry short story]