FEAR [n.h]

2.

Madison's POV.

I groaned at the feeling of the light shining directly at my face, rolling on the bed and burying my face into the pillow. This way of waking up didn't help my headache at all.

A few minutes passed and I decided it was time to get up, because it didn't seem that I was gonna be able to sleep for a little while longer. I opened my eyes and sat on the bed, trying to remember how the hell did I get here, because I literally didn't have any clue. While thinking, I grabbed my water of bottle from the floor and drank the entirety of it, breathing in relieve once I felt the water going down my throat. I really hate being hungover.

Once I felt completely awake, I got out of bed, going straight into my bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror. My hair was all messy, and my face was a mess. I guess I didn't take my make up off yesterday, which means that I must have been really drunk, because I always clean my face before going to bed. Well, not always as I just checked.

I washed my face and teeth and put my hair in a ponytail, getting it all away from my face, and then I changed my clothes because apparently yesterday I was too drunk to put my pajamas on too. I picked one of my black sweatpants and a hoodie and something clicked in my head. Where the hell were my phone and my purse.

I started going around my room, mumbling words to myself that weren't kind at all, and after a few minutes I guessed Aria probably had them with her or something, so I went to the door, but it didn't open.

"What the hell." I said while looking at the door, trying to open it a little more strongly this time. "Aria!" I screamed, feeling my headache increase as my anger started growing. "Aria, open the fucking door, I'm not in the mood!"

After a few seconds of silence, I heard footsteps coming to my door, and I crossed my arms waiting for the door to open. But when it finally did, my mouth almost falls into the ground.

"Hey, Madison." The guy told me, with an emotionless expression on his face.

I scanned his face for a few seconds and some memories started to arrive to my brain, like it was a movie I didn't pay much attention to. He was the guy who checked me out at the club, but he also was the last person I remember from last night.

"Who the fuck are you?" I said while keeping my arms crossed, my feet glued to the ground. "Hello? I'm asking you a question, answer me or-"

"Or what, pretty face? Are you going to call the cops?" He asked, mocking me with a little smirk on his face. "They told me you were rough, but to be honest, I don't think you are." I was going to answer, but he kept talking. "I'm Niall, and I guess we can say I'm your kidnapper now, but given the things I have been doing, I guess I'm more of a babysitter."

"Yeah, of course, you are so funny, really." I said while staring at him right in his eyes, making he rise his brow. "Can you tell me who the fuck you really are and why are you in my house? Did Aria put you up to this? I swear to God I will kill he-"

"No need, she's already gone, love." He said, with that smirk still on his face.

"Wha-what?" I asked, my voice shaking as I spoke. I felt like a bucket of extremely cold water had been thrown at me. I wanted to throw up too, which meant that my anxiety was starting to rise.

"Look at you, not so tough now, huh?" He laughed. "I'm messing with you, she's okay, no need to worry about your little friend. But yeah, the part about me being your babysitter is indeed true, Madison."

"And why? I mean what the fuck, what the fuck?!" I said, raising my voice as I felt all the memories coming to me at once.

"Well, you could at least tell me your name, you know?" I asked while looking at him.