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Chapter 12

Harry Pov

"NO PLEASE STOP! LEAVE HIM! TAKE ME!" Niall yells thrashing in his sleep.

He's been having the same nightmare every night for the past week. I have the image stuck in my head too. The image of Josh's body lying dead on the ground, motionless. I can't imagine loosing one of the boys like that. Watching them being murdered before my eyes.

"Niall. Niall babe wake up." I shake him softly. I can't tell if the liquid on his face is sweat or tears, maybe a bit of both. His breath catches and he jolts awake breathing heavily. I watch his silhouette rise and fall over and over. I reach my arm out and rub his back slowly.

"I can't get it out of my head." He whispers, "I keep seeing him fall over and over and over again. Just like a sack of bricks." His voice cracks and I hold my arms out and pull him into my chest, while he starts to cry. "I miss him so much." He chokes out, "I miss him so fucking much Harry." His body shakes and my hold tightens. "I know Niall, I know." I whisper into his hair.

I hold him and whisper soothing things to him until he falls asleep.

I can't imagine what he's going through. What if they come back for one of us? What if they kill me? Or even worse. What if they kill Niall? I dont think I could handle it. I dont want to say it, but I think Josh's death has brought us closer. It's forced Niall to show a more vulnerable side of himself to me. I think I'm falling for him. I know I'm falling for him.

Me and Niall have been talking more about our escape. We're ready, but I somehow hope the day never comes. Of course I hate this place, but I can be myself here, and at least I'm with Niall.

What will happen to us if we get out of here? Will we continue whatever it is we have going? Or will we go our seperate ways? I haven't come out to my family or friends yet, let alone all of the fans. The tabloids would have so many questions about 'the kidnapped pop star' and after I come home with Niall, 'gay kidnapped pop star'.

I'd have so many interviews and so many things to explain. Suddenly I dont know if I want to ever return to Britain. I just want to be happy, and to be with Niall.

I do miss my friends though. My mother, my stepfather, my sister, The boys. I can't remember the last time we had spent so long apart from each other.

I fall asleep wondering what I want.