I have... Stockholm Syndrome. (Hiatus)

Chapter 1: Awkward.

April
I pace back and forth, trying to find a way out of here. He made the 5SOS boys babysit me, but they went to go get some food about twenty minutes ago. There are security guards at every exit, meaning I can't make a run for it. I sit down on one of the chairs in the dressing room and place my elbows on my knees, my hands under my chin, to keep my head up. This whole thing is an absolute mess, Niall kidnapped me and since my mum is dead and my dad obviously doesn't care about me, their has been no Missing Person reports.

I stand up and try to twist the door handle of One Direction's dressing room but it wouldn't budge. Ugh! Those bastards locked me in! I began kicking and hitting the door, hoping someone would hear me. But, of course, no one came. I sink down to the ground, pulling my knees up to my chest and placing my forehead on them. I start crying silently, I try to breath through my nose but it doesn't work. Why can't he just let me go?

Niall
"What the fuck do you mean Zayn?" I ask, obviously infuriated. Right now the lads and I are rehearsing for our show tonight when Mr. Vanity wanted to talk to us, saying he's quitting the band. (A\N: I'm really sad that Zayn quit the band and if you are too and don't want to read this part, I totally understand.) "I mean, I'm tired of doing all of this illegal shit, Niall. It isn't even worth it anymore, I paid to get out of the stupid contract and my lawyer said I have one more show before I can leave." Zayn explains, I just look at him shocked. I look around at my four best friends, no, my four brothers, for five years and see all of them with tears falling down their cheeks. And I can't stop the hot, sticky substance from going down my cheeks as well.