The Test // One Direction

Chapter 4

Niall says something, but I can't hear him over my beating heart. He begins to slowly walk left, and I click that in my mind.

There is an elevator, and he steps in. "So you are new here... Leah?" I look at him, baffled, but then realize that's what the name tag says.

"Yes!" I say enthusiastically. He smiles and nods awkwardly. Then, the elevators door open.

I walk out, and realize I have made a terrible mistake. I didn't see how many floors there were!

Niall takes many twists and turns, leading me to a door. "Just what I was looking for." He steps in, and I can't see inside. "Olsen? Patient 108 attempted first escape."

Shoot. I grab Niall by the neck, and slam his head on the door. He gets up fast, as I spin around to run for it.

Zayn is in front of me, suddenly. He has a look of anger and.. disappointment on his face. Someone twists my hands behind my back and cuffs them.

Niall has my hands together, and I glance at him once. His forehead is red and bruising. I smile, and he becomes more angry.

Olsen finally found time to step out of his office. He seems pale and too calm in a situation like this.

"Hannah. How surprising it is to see you." He laughs, shaking his head. I shiver and my heart goes cold. "Niall, thank you. You did well."

Niall leaves, giving Zayn a secret look. My face is burning with anger.

"Zayn, make sure she is wearing those cuffs 24/7. Take her to the showers and get her into the clothes."

"Yes, sir." He grabs my upper arm and halfway drags me to the elevator.

He doesn't say anything in the elevator. But I do see how many floors there are. 45. Oh no..

Zayn leads me to the bathroom. It is four times as big as my room back home, with showers and toilets and everything. Zayn gives me new clothes and says he will be right outside the door. Then, he quickly takes off my hand cuffs. "I don't know if I was supposed to do that, but..."

I quickly shower with rubbery soap and cheap shampoo. The soap makes my skin feel weird, and my hair is frizzy already. I put on my clothes (which consist of undergarments and a red jumper.) Wrapping my hair in a bun, I secure it and stare at the wall for a few minutes.

"Done yet?" Zayn calls, and I open the door. He glances at me once, and quickly shifts his eyes away. "Okay, let's go. It's almost 12 a.m."

He leads me to my room and hooks up more wires and stickers. One in the vein of my wrist, one in the vein in the inside of my elbow. Then he places a sticky small pad on to my heart.

His dark eyes meet mine. I didn't realize how beautiful he was until now. He opens his mouth, then closes it.

"Why are you here? Don't you realize this is kidnapping? Why work for them?" I mutter.

He looks away, eyebrows furrowed. Then he walks to the door. "Hannah, there are more good guys here then you think. I do what I do for the good."