Choices (Narry) **EDITING**

Chapter Twenty Eight: Trapped

The elevator comes to a screeching halt and the lights turn off.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask, pressing any of the buttons on the elevator. None of the lights are showing up when I press the floor numbers and I stomp my foot on the ground.

"Sorry Nialler," Zayn tells me over the walkie talkies.

My eyes narrow, "You told them!"

"We all just want you to be safe Niall," Harry says.

"This better be a joke. Let me the fuck out," I yell.

I start to bang on the elevator doors and I throw my body against them as well.

"Niall stop. You're going to hurt yourself," Liam says worriedly.

"Fuck you all," I spit, punching the door. Pain runs through my arm and I groan, "Shit."

"You're not getting out so I suggest you stop," Louis advises. I ignore him.

"Liam, Louis, get up here," Harry says, "I love you Ni."

"Harry what are you-" I am cut off by a beep in my ear, signaling that I've been disconnected from the walkie talkies.

I let out a frustrated yell and bang once more on the doors, before resting my head against the cool metal. I breathe for a few seconds before I begin to pace the small space. I take the earpiece out of my ear and toss it on the ground, crushing it beneath my foot.

"Okay Niall...think, think," I mutter to myself.

I have no idea which floor I'm close to but I know that I need to think fast so that I'm not just sitting around if something goes wrong.

My only option is to try and pry the doors open. I'm hoping that I can at least see part of a floor so that I can shimmy down or climb up onto that floor.

I take a deep breath to prepare myself and I stick my fingers through the cracks of the doors. I heave with all of my strength and I grin when the two doors start to slide open. I need to change my grip because my fingers are starting to slop, so I carefully inch my hands in more and more until I have a good grip.

I'm panting, this is harder than I thought. I need to do this quickly because my arms are starting to shake from holding the doors open.

I open the doors as wide as I can so I can see just where I am. In front of my face is the floor and ceiling between the two floors. I can only see a little bit of the next floor up so my best bet is to jump to the floor lower. It's a little high, so I pray that I don't get stuck in the door after I jump.

I close my eyes and crouch down as much as I can. My arms are burning and I'm regretting not going to the gym with Liam.

"Okay Niall. You can do this," I mutter to myself before I leap from my spot. The elevator doors snap shut behind me with a loud clang. I land hard on my ankles and I let out a yelp when I feel one of them sprain.

"Fuck," I mumble, exhaling hard and rocking back and forth for a minute clutching my ankle.

I can't sit around here, I need to get on the move. I get up and test my weight on my ankle. It doesn't feel good, but if I'm careful, it's bearable.

I start to make my way to the staircase. The floor is eerily quiet, but I don't take my gun out.

I open the door and it makes a loud metallic bang when it shuts behind me. I jump at the noise and lean against the freezing door for a break.

Looking around, I see the number 34 painted on the wall in big black print. I groan. Styles Enterprise is a 60 floor building and now I have to take the stairs the rest of the way up with a sprained ankle.

I start my trek as quickly as possible up the stairs. My mind starts to wander back to the party. Did Liam and Louis shut the power off to the whole building and the emergency lights are what's on in here? Is everyone freaking out downstairs at the party? Confused and scared about what's going on? Is Gemma looking for me?

Harry and the boys invade my mind next. Are they okay? What is actually going on up there? Is there a third plan that they didn't tell me?

Thinking about them makes me move faster. I curse my ankle as pain shoots up my leg but I push on. I have to.

By the time I reach the fiftieth floor I am drenched in sweat and I can barely breathe. My leg is numb so I continue.

At the fifty fifth floor I take a break. I need to approach this as quietly as I can. When my breathing is back to normal I untuck the gun from the waistband of my pants and carefully begin to climb the stairs once again.

I stay out of sight when I round the last staircase. No one is blocking the door to the sixtieth floor and I let out a sigh of relief. I silently make my way over to the door and I hold my gun up, other hand reaching for the knob.

I slowly open the door so that it doesn't make a sound. It's bright on this floor, so much brighter that the stairwell and I have to let my eyes adjust. It's silent as well and no one is in sight so I put my gun back in the waistband of my pants.

The receptionist isn't at her desk, so I find my way to Anne's office. I pause at the door and listen. I can hear voices talking on the other side of the door and I notice one as Harry. It's low and threatening.

My heart picks up in my chest as I hear Harry plead, "Don't!"

The door opens and I am staring straight into the barrel of a gun.

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A/N: The end is near