The Beat To My Drum - A Niall Horan Fanfic.

Chapter 5.- Home Sweet Home.

Niall's P.O.V; A few days later.

I ran my hands through my hair and as every second went by it was another second that she could be being tortured or something worse and it really killed me to think that if we had just been there with her then she'd probably still be here now. I began to cry, my tears tumbling down my face and past my lips leaving a salty taste.

I tried her phone again; it rang for one tone and then went to voice mail. Someone is rejecting the call, it wouldn't be her. Somebody has her phone.

Louis walked in placing his hand on my back.

“We'll find her mate, I'm sure of it.”

“And what if we don't?”

I clutched my forehead, then a light popped in my head. She was talking about some guy who had been following her around for the past couple of days, even though she only mentioned it a couple times.

“Guys I think I know where she might be.”

I exclaimed.

“Where?”

Louis asked simply.

“Tyler's, that guy.”

As soon as I said his name something snapped inside of me. My fists clenched and I felt a surge of anger run through me, I stood up quickly murmuring a 'let's go' as I pulled on my shoes and thrust open the door and ran to the car as Harry un-locked it from the distance. I sat in the passenger seat pulling my seat-belt on and folding my arms as everyone piled into the car.

Liam, Zayn, and Megan sat in the seats behind us while Louis and Jessie sat further back, Jessie and Megan looked petrified and upset while all the boys looked angry. None of them were as angry and ready to get my girl back as me, even if she didn't like me like that I didn't care, well I did but that was irrelevant at the moment. I needed her back more than anything and it was so strange how much I missed her and was dying to just know that she was okay, when I had just known her for just under a couple months. I was no was going to deny these feeling though, I was going to save her, I had to or I won't be able to live with myself.

Ashley's P.O.V.

The whole flat was silent but I knew Owen was home, I'd been stuck here for the past three days and I'm about ready to give up/ I'm so hungry and dehydrated and I've lost so much blood, I'm surprised I haven't passed out. I probably have, I just don't even know anymore. It's petrifying, but now I'm losing hope.

This thought has occurred to me a few times while being stuck here, that maybe I should just give him what he wants the he'd let me go and I could get a restraining order or something against him and I could get back to my normal life but then my heart kicked in and I decided that if I'm going to die here I'd rather die with my self-respect and dignity intact that and the knowledge that I didn't give in and didn't give him what he wanted.

I was used to the silence now since it was pretty much always silent here, there was hardly anyone outside as much as inside. Every day around three a man in a suit carrying boxes would lock his car and then enter the buildings opposite. He was the only person around here I ever saw and strangely enough even though he always entered he never came back out, yet he went in everyday.

It was a nice day, the sun was shining again and it was fairly hot. On a day like today I'd probably go for a walk through the woods or fields, take a book and my camera. Get a few shots then settling down to read, coming back just before it got dark or when it began to cool down. That was what I enjoyed doing during summer but I couldn't do it ever again. Let alone today.