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Nicks POV 😊

"Togpooooo, oh tooogpooooo!" I sing, failing my arms in attempt for my beloved officer to return. That heartless son of a bitch left me here. Alone, I'm hungry and he cast me away. How dare he?! I am Nick Grimshaw, the one and only! I smile to myself, he's rubbing off on me....I wish he'd rub on me.

Oh well.

I haven't eaten for ages!!! Ugghh. I glance around the room, maybe some old food? Ew no, what am I thinking. I close my eyes and let my stomach digest itself, like seriously stomach? I need this nice body, kill yourself on your own time!

"Food!" Togpo shouts at me and I snap my eyes open. Food!

He's carrying over what looks like potato soup....MY FAVORITE!! How did he know? Makes me love him even more.

He sits down beside me, I can feel the warmth radiating off him.

"Um I'm not three, I can do this myself." I reach out to his hands, but I am restricted by my cuffs. Togpo makes no act to remove them so he literally taunting me.

"Don't taunt me Togpo, I'm a vicious one." I tease, making yet another attempt to obtain the soup.

He takes the soup, and scoops some onto the spoon. He hovers it over the bowl then moves it north. Is he seriously gonna eat this infront of me? Really Togpo, really?

Instead of collapsing his lips around the spoon, he brings it towards my lips. He has an intent look on his face and raises his brow, asking for permission to feed me. I smile and gladly accept.

The potato soup takes like shit. But I'll eat it anyways...for him.

I slide my lips over the spoon, gently suckling. I make eye contact and bat my lashes a couple times for good measure. Then I release the spoon, and the sound suctions off.

He rips the spoon away with a flustered face, lightly shoving the bowl towards me and un cuffing my sore wrists. He stands up and walks away, dusting himself off. Togpo sits down, staring at me.

"Wanna play 20 q?" I ask, and that's the start of a loooong conversation.

(A/N I love writing nick and Togpo. #otp)

Nialls POV

I wake up and rub my eyes, my back is hella stiff. There's crust in my eyes from the dry tears, and they're also swollen. I try to cry out but my mouth is dry, it's dark out here. Wait...where am I?!

I pat my hands down...a bed...was this all a dream?!

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Nah bro, I'm dickin with ya. 😘

I'm In a cot. I'm still at the facility...was that just a dream? I deeply exhale a sigh of relief.

"Hey bud, you passed out in the truck. We won the small battle! Thank god no one got hurt...some casualties and Injuries but mostly no one. It's surprising!" Ed explains, enthusiasm pouring onto his words.

My mind instantly goes to harry and Nick. Nicks gotta be around here somewhere....I hope he isn't hurt. But Harry, oh Harry.

"Um, do you know if uh Harry Styles was hurt?" I ask curiously meek.

Ed looks down, his voice barely audible. "Harry Styles was shot, Niall."

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