Consequence h.s (Rewriting)

❶Ⓞ - Kidnapped?

"Hey Niall..can I use your phone to call my grandmother?"

"Sure" He digs it out of his pocket and hands it to me.

Knowing that my grandmother could be worried sick about me, I call the house. After about the 5th ring, it goes to the answering machine, so I leave a message.

"Hey Nanna, its me. I'm just calling to let you know that I'm alright and I'll be home soon. Love you." I hang up. "Thank you." I hand him back his phone.

"Mhm. So how long have ye had your hair pink?"

"Since the beginning of this month. I dye it a different color every month."

"Really? That's cool."

"Is that your real hair color?" I ask him.

"Ah, no. My real color is brown. I started dying me hair at like age 12 or 14?" He says as if he's unsure. "Got real bored with me normal hair color, and wanted to try somethin new ye know?"

"Yeah." I smile.

After awhile of Niall and I exchanging conversations, before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

"Aly. Aly, wake up." I felt someone shaking me.

"Hmm alright Nanna." I mumble.

"Niall what have you got there?"

My eyes snap open and I lift my head up seeing Louis Tomlinson walking in front of the car.

I was curled up in a ball and my back was facing Niall. I listened as I hear him grab his bags and get out of the car.

"How'd ya know I had things?" He said digging through his bag.

"Because I know you."

"Yeah yeah, where's Harry?"

I unhook my seat belt, and get out of the car.

"He's inside freaking the fuc-" Louis stops talking as I shut the car door and both boys look over at me.

"You found her?"

"Found her?" Niall, asks confused.

I slowly walk over to them. Oh god.

"Hello love." Louis greets, giving me a smile as he puts his hand on my back, guiding me up the hill towards the house.

"Hi." I say shyly.

I watch Niall as he jogs up the hill and past us. As we reach the top, I see him getting chased by Liam.

"No!" Niall yells, plastic bag swinging by his side. "They're mine!"

Liam stops chasing him once his eyes land on me. "So this is the famous Aly." He says walking over to me and Louis.

I give him a small smile. "Hi."

"You've had our Harold worried sick about you."

"I have?" I ask.

Louis held the door open for me as I stepped into the house. The house was big and so beautiful.

The 4 of us walked into the living room.

"Wow." I say admiring the marble floors.

"Calm down Harry! I'm sure she's fine." I hear a smooth British accent say.

I walk over to the door. It was open so I peeked in. It was a media room.

Zayn, was in the room, sat on top of a pool table with a cue stick in his hand. And then there was Harry, who was pacing the room back and forth, hands in his curls.

"Harry?" I say, whispering slightly.

Both boys look over to the door at me.

Harry's arms drop, he looks at me as if he's seen a ghost. "Oh my God, Aly." He says, as he rushes over to me and pulls me into his arms, hugging me tight. That totally catches me off guard, but soon I find my arms wrapped around his tight torso, face in his chest, hugging him back. It definitely felt good to hug Harry. I felt..safe. And he smelled good. I smiled as I inhaled his scent. That's not weird, is it?

"I've been worried sick! I'm so sorry Aly." He mumbles into my matted pink hair.

"It's okay." I say to him, not really sure of what else to say.

"Where were you? How did-?"

"Niall found her." Louis says, him Niall and Liam now entering the room.

"Why do ye keep saying found Louis?" Niall asks, then he looks at me. "Were you lost or something?"

"I..I kind of got kidnapped..." I say, embarrassed.

"What?" All of the boys say in unison, except Harry.

"Kidnapped?" Niall says.

"What are you talking about?" Liam asks.

"Kidnapped?" Niall says again.

"But Harry saved you?" Louis says, in confusion.

"Kidnapped?!" Niall says once more.

"Yeah, that's what Harry said." Zayn says, agreeing with Louis.

I gave each of them a confused look, then looked up at Harry, who was running the tip of his fingers across his bottom lip frowning down at me.

"Harry.." I say, looking to the side of face and underneath his curls, I see a patch of red near his jawline, that looks an awful lot like blood. I bravely reach up moving his hair to the side to see his ear covered in blood. "Oh my god." I shout yanking my arm back, stepping away from him.

My hands cover my mouth, as tears swell in my eyes. "That was you?" I cry.