Saving Lottie (A Louis Tomlinson/Lottie Tomlinson/Niall Horan Story)

Chapter One: Little Lottie

Prologue from Briony’s POV: Congratulations the fact that you’re reading this means your one step closer to next year. Yes you, sitting there on your computer leafing through these pages. I’m being serious when I say this; Do Not Put This Book Down, not now, not ever (unless you need to eat or sleep) your life could depend on it (not really, but I thought saying that adds drama to the beginning of my story.) This is the story of how I went from nothing to everything. Literally. Back before my life changed I was a simpleton. Something no one looked at more than once. I am a ‘5’7’ olive skinned teen from good ol’ Aus. But I’m also part Irish. But enough about that, this is the story of me. Briony O’ Leary, The girl who saved Lottie.

Chapter One: Lottie (From Briony’s POV)
Walking down the familiar lane in my hometown of Mullingar, Dublin Ireland I felt calm and relaxed. I was passing the library when two girls ran past me, squealing like crazy. One of them had tears running down her face. Am I really that disgusting? I was distracted by a large sign above the girls disappearing heads:

 “HARBOUR PLACE SHOPPING CENTER PROUDLY PRESENTS: 
 ONE DIRECTION!!! PERFORMING LIVE AND SINGING ALL 1D GOODS!! ONE DAY ONLY!!!

Oh, now I get it. Actually scrap that I don’t. I mean what’s up with those guys? I mean sure they are amazing singers and the blonde one and the curly haired one are pretty cute, (A/N FROM MY POINT OF VEIW THEY ARE SEXY BEASTS AND ARE BETTER SINGERS THEN USHER, JB AND BRUNO MARS PUT TOGETHER!!!!) but seriously, Some girls go a bit over the top. Take my best friend Hayley for example. I can’t even see her bedroom walls!!!! Gezz the addiction to boy band’s reminded me of a modern version of hippies and flowers but I guess I was never really one who understood teenage girl’s attraction to a boy band. I was still shaking my head over the modern hippies when I heard the screaming. It wasn’t very loud and I wasn’t even sure I heard it till I heard a choking noise and low talking followed by whimpering and laughter. Evil laughter. I frowned and instantly started looking for them. I heard a popping noise and that’s when I started to run. Having popped my own joint out of place I would notice that noise anywhere. I swung around several corners when I came across the entrance to a back street. It had a couple of those massive council bins and a large electrical box that was fenced off with wire. A row of smaller bins was lined up in front of it. I was turning away when I noticed the group of men. There was about 12 of them and I could see a small figure lying crumpled on the ground in the middle of them. One of them looked up and noticed me. He elbowed the guy next to him and he looked up. I saw the look of hunger in his eyes as they lowered down to my chest and returned to my face. I was momentarily distracted by a few more hippies behind me. When I turned back the men were no longer paying attention to the little girl. They were all advancing on me and one of them was no more than 10 meters in front of me. I knew I had no chance of running by the size of him but I knew how to fight and I had to help the little girl. She looked seriously injured and she wasn’t moving. The man reached out and grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me around so my back was pressed against his chest. “Hello lovely” his husky wisper blew heavy alcohol in my face. It took all my control not to gag. He started to walk backwards dragging me with him. The street was getting further and further away along with my courage. Eventually he had pulled me behind the council bins near the little girl. I mentally thanked the man for his foolishness and tried to plan how to get away from him before things became dangerous. The other men formed a circle around me and started looking me up and down like wolves. Hungry wolves. “Well, well, well what do we have here” one of the men walked up and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Well you are gorgeous” he breathed in my face and stroked my arm. I shuffled backwards slowly only to hit the man behind me. I panicked forgetting he was there and elbowed him in the stomach as hard as I could. He bent over clutching his stomach and I ripped my arm free. I shoved the man in front of me and tried to run for the little girl. When he grabbed me again he wrapped his arms around my middle and shoved my on the ground. My face came level with the little girl’s and she looked into my eyes. Her blue eyes were full of fright and pain. “Run.” The little girl slipped backwards as the men dragged me backwards into hell once more.