Through The Dark

~Chapter Four~

Through The Dark

Chapter 4 ~Strong~

 

 

 

I giggled as Zayn ran, carrying me down the hallway of the recording studio. With these five boys I was not going to get any work done.

Zayn tossed my bag into one of the studios and proceeded down the hall. We turned a corner and ran right into an angry Harry.

“Give me my best friend back,” he demanded. Zayn smirked and then tossed me behind him. I let out a cry, thinking I was heading for the floor, but I landed safely in Louis’ arms. He gave Harry a little salute before running in the opposite direction.

I clung onto him for dear life as we turned down the next hallway. I could hear Harry’s footsteps pounding behind us. I took one look back to find him already staring. His pace quickened.

“Hurry, Louis! He’s catching up!” I cried.

“Shh!” he shushed me and made another right. We’d run in a full circle.

Louis passed me to Niall, who squeezed me tighter than he needed to as he ran. Louis ran off in the other direction screaming, “oh Harold! Come and catch me!” trying to distract Harry.

Niall put me down when we reached the cafeteria. He put a finger to his lips and moved to open the fridge. I rolled my eyes. Footsteps were approaching the door and I gave Niall a knowing look that said, “This is why you don’t hide in open areas.” But Liam walked through the door instead of Harry and Niall breathed a sigh of relief.

“You are no fun, mate,” Liam said, eyeing a hungry Niall.

“I’m starving,” Niall pouted. “I haven’t eaten breakfast.”

“Oh, Milee!” Harry’s voice sounded close by. “Come out; come out, where ever you are!”

I gave Liam a panicked look and he grabbed my wrist, lugging me over to a floor to ceiling cupboard. We both squeezed in and shut the door just as Harry barged into the kitchen.

“Hey, Nialler,” I heard him say. There was a gruff noise as Niall responded with food in his mouth. “Have you seen Milee?”

“Milee who?” Niall swallowed. I could hear the smile in his voice.

“Fine, Liam then?” Harry sounded irritated. He must not have been used to losing games.

“Liam who?” Niall asked.

“Liam-Payne-In-My-Ass,” Harry growled. I snorted and covered my mouth with my hand to quiet my laughter. It didn’t work too well.

The doors swung open and Harry took one look at how close Liam and I stood together, before tugging me out of the pantry and throwing my over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Harold,” I said, trying to rein in some dominance but he just laughed and continued to carry me down the hall. I flailed around on his shoulder slightly but his grip only tightened.

We passed Louis and Zayn who were shaking their heads at me. “I blame Niall!” I called, as we walked by.

“Hey!” Niall yelled from behind us. If only I had known that he’d followed us out.

Harry dropped me on the couch in the studio my bag was in and grinned. “You think you’re all that, don’t you, Styles?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows.