I slowly walked down the long hall, trying to not creek any of the floor boards. I crept up to the kitchen  entrance, a dim light shone down the hallway, which seemed odd.

Why would a murderer turn on the light?

I do not recall this in any horror movies whatsoever...

Don't they usually, um, pop out of pure darkness and slit your throat or is that just something that real murderers don't do.

I shook the thoughts out of my mind so I could focus on sustaining my silence so that I didn't get stabbed in the face.

I got onto my hands and knees quietly, my shaky body concealed by the tall kitchen island that ran from the door and down the room ,about a metre long.

The person was definitely behind the counter doing whatever they were doing since the dim lighting was coming from overhead, leaking into the rest of the room from behind the counter.

Wait, what am I gonna do now?

Jump up and be like "HA YOU MAY HAVE A KNIFE BUT I HAVE A- a... A... Nothing." And then die? No, thats not going to be fun.

Should I go run and wake up someone and call the police, but what if he gets me first and then boom, game over for Lily.

Or what if its a crazed fan looking through our things, trying to find a spoon to traumatize Liam into a coma and then taking all the food away, thus making Niall go insane and cause him to eat us all.

I need help, my mind is a messed up place.

Just as I was about to think of my next move, a loud crash scared me, making me and another voice scream with fear.

The scream was familiar though, and it instantly calmed me once I knew who it was.

I quickly got off from the floor to see a wide eyed Niall holding his sandwich to his chest as he looked shaken up from the loud noise that startled him, considering he probably was in fear that he woke everyone in the whole country up.

I smiled and laughed lightly at the fact that he held onto the sandwich for dear life instead of running away or hiding. I started walking over to comfort him as he hugged me back, shaking slightly, he kept that sandwich in hand as he wrapped his arms around me even tighter when he heard the floor boards creek.

Suddenly, Liam, Louis, and Harry came running into the kitchen in a panic, shouting "What happened!", "Is everyone alright?", "Did you break anything?!". The distress soon faded once they saw that me and Niall were fine.

They stood there with confused expressions, Louis only in a black fuzzy robe, Liam in his To Story boxers, and Harry in a white t shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants.

"We're fine, just dropped a plate or something." I reassured the boys who released the breath that they were holding in, the tension coming out as a sigh of relief.

"Well, I'm just glad you're okay." Liam explained to the both of us, hugging Nialler as he innocently munched on his sandwich. (#NiamMoment!)

Louis soon joined in, picking the two of them up and spinning them around like two princesses, Niall's lovable laughter filling the room.

Harry wrapped his arm arm around my waist, pulling my chest to meet his, as he pressed his lips against the top of my head, giving me a sweet and gentle kiss.

"You had me scared for a moment." He whispered in that sleep, raspy voice of his, right into my hair as he held me in his arms for a moment, as if the other boys weren't in the room with us.

It felt as if it was only us.

I kept quiet, not needing to say anything back to him. I only hugged him tighter, giving him a reassuring squeeze as he breathed on my neck, sending warm tingles down my spine, making me shiver slightly.

"I was just scared. Of losing you." He whispered, more to himself, as he held me in a soft motionless hug.

"I love you." I told him with a smile, as he pulled me away slightly, an inch separating our bodies from each other.

He smiled back, warmly, "I love you too.". A hint of exhaustion lingering in his voice as he kissed my head again, holding me by the waist with the other arm. 

"Go get some rest, everything is okay now." I said, pecking him lightly on the nose.

"Yeah, I say everyone get some rest, maybe we can go out for breakfast tomorrow." Liam announced with a large grin, wrapping his arm around Niall's shoulders.

"Hey, where is Zayn?" I wondered aloud, which made Liam roll his eyes playfully.

"That boy can sleep through anything." Louis laughed, making us all join in until our chuckles filled the room.

"Goodnight babe." Harry kissed my forehead, yet again, and released his grasp on me, taking the warmth that filled me, with him.

He gave a simple little wave before yawning and walking down the hall, his sweatpants making a flopping noise as he trudged down the long hallway, his footsteps almost making an echo.

Louis offered to piggy back Niall back to the room, but Niall insisted on making another sandwich to go with the one he already had.

Liam jumped onto Lou's back and they rode off into the beautiful darkness of the hallway, their laughter dying down with every step.

I watched Niall make another sandwich, softly giggling at the way his eyebrows furrowed when he  would spread the butter and the way he held his breath as he applied each condiment with a steady hand.

He finally finished and added it to a plate that contained the sandwich that he had made earlier, and then poured a tall glass of water.

As he licked his lips with excitement, he asked me if I wanted half of one sandwich and one sandwich only. 

I rolled my eyes and hesitantly said yes to half of a sandwich, not wanting too much before bed time.

Niall grabbed a large knife and swiftly cut the large sandwich in half, remaining lettuce and mayo laying on the plate.

He carefully handed me the half and got me a plate to eat over of and scurried over to the fridge to get me a glass of water.

We made small talk, trying to keep our voices down so we didn't wake anyone up, especially Zayn since he hates being woken up, and sipped our water with our pinkies high in the sky as we pretended to be English men which only made us laugh much louder than we were talking.

After we finished eating, I helped Niall clean up the mess me made since we sort of had an amateur eating contest.

FYI, Niall kicked my arse.

Anyways, the contest got messy since we tried to sabotage each other by flicking water and throwing pieces of bread at each other from across the counter top.

After we finished, we sat for a moment in silence, only before Niall burst out laughing.

I smirked, an eyebrow raised in amusement, before asking, "What are you laughing about, Nialler? Whats so funny?"

"Next time you try and sneak up on me in the middle of the night, try and be more ninja." He chuckled with a tone of playfulness. 

A wash of confusion fell over me, "What do you mean...?" I questioned as my voice trailed off awkwardly.

"You know, you dropped whatever you dropped and it scared the living poop out of everyone." Niall tried to jog my memory.

"That wasn't me.." I trailed off again. "You dropped that plate or whatever."

Niall shook his head, "No, I didn't."

"Niall, you're scaring me. Stop." I warned, my hands getting clammy as he shook his head some more. 

"I'm not kidding, Lily. It wasn't me." He said honestly.

We stared at each other for a moment.

"Then... Then who was it?" I asked, even though I knew he didn't know the answer to my question, I still tried.

He shrugged, "Maybe it was just the wind." He tried to comfort me, but it didn't work because even himself knew that it wasn't the wind that made that loud noise just moments before.

"Try not to think about it, okay love?" He gave me a hug, "It was probably nothing but the wind."

The amount of unsureness in his voice was even more unsettling than pure silence.

Because it reassured me that this was real.

That something made that noise.

And that it wasn't either of us.

"Goodnight, call if you need anything." He gave me a weak smile before he made his way to the hallway.

Niall continued walking down the hall, foot steps getting quieter and quieter until the slam of his door shook my body all over again.

I was shaking more than ever, I was so frightened that even my fingers were shaking like noodles. They almost felt numb.

I decided that maybe a warm cup of milk would calm my nerves down a bit. 

I started to boil the milk on a low heat setting, adding a little sweetener to it to make it taste even better.

I turned off the stove and poured the hot milk into a tall cup, placing it on the counter top to cool for a bit.

As I waited, I fiddled with my fingertips and soon played with the ends of my hair, memorised by such little things. 

Abruptly, a noise startles me, my arm flinging out in fear, causing me to knock over my warm milk all over the counter top.

I was too scared to get up to even clean it, I was way too scared to move, or even to release the breath that I was holding in.

I heard another noise coming from the hallway, but this one was a little quieter.

I wasn't alone, and it wasn't a good thing either.

Someone was in this house, and they were lingering around.

And as a cool chill ran down my spine, I had a feeling that what they were here for wasn't the boys, but that it was me.