Keep You Safe. . .(a One Direction Fanfiction)

Prologue

Niall's P.O.V.

I groaned groggily as I felt someone almost roughly lift me out of my bed.

"What? . . . I'm Tired." I don't know whose prank this is but it's not funny right now. We only lived off of an hour of sleep at most with our current schedule, and I, personally, would like to cherish it.

I was thrown over his shoulder and quickly carried away from my bed. I didn't recognize who was carrying me. Maybe it's because I was still half asleep. They were well built, maybe it was Liam, but he was more likely to cherish his sleep too. Harry? Harry probably couldn't lift me that easily. Zayn? Definitely asleep. Louis? Most likely. He's the one to pull a prank, but he's never usually this quiet about it.

"Very funny." I mumbled with obvious fake amusement. "Go back to bed."

"Oh shut up you git!" they snapped in a deep, husky voice. I didn't recognize it.

My eyes flew open and I immediately woke up. We were outside. What is going on? Was I being kidnapped?!

"Don't you make a sound you hick!" the husky voice warned.

I'll take that as a yes! Without a second thought about his warning, I twisted to the side and reached for his head. He was wearing a black ski mask. "Put me down!" I demanded angrily. I managed to wrap my hand across his face but I lost my grip as his mask twisted to the side. He stumbled as he quickly readjusted the mask and tried to wrestle me back. "Let me go!" I grabbed his head again, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm back off his face.

"I said be QUIET!" The man unexpectedly jerked his shoulder up and into my stomach, winding me. I coughed for my air back and he struggled to walk faster. I looked back up at the rental house we were saying in, a couple of lights switched on and a dark figure stood in one of the windows before quickly disappearing. When my throat finally opened back up I attempted to shout at them, but I was thrown harshly into the back of a big, black van before I could. I quickly adjusted my position and heaved myself back toward the door.

"PAUL! GUYS! OUT HE - "

A large, gloved hand clamped firmly over my mouth, and another figure wrapped their arm tightly around my arms and torso, pulling me back. The dark figure who carried me slammed the door in front of me and quickly moved toward the front of the van. I fought against the person holding me, but they held me tighter the harder I tried. He wasn't as built as the one who carried me. Maybe I could take him.

"NIALL!" someone screamed from a distance.

I looked through the window toward the house. I saw someone in the doorway start running down the long driveway towards the van, followed by another, and another. I cried muffled calls to them and cursed whoever invented the long driveway.

The driver door of the van opened and closed quickly before the engine roared to life. Panic stampeded through me and I screamed into the hand on my mouth. The van immediately started to move, accelerating rapidly. The driver yelled at the one holding me.

"Shut him up already!"

I ignored that order and continued to fight the man holding me. He removed the arm from my torso; I grabbed the hand on my mouth and pushed it away from me. I easily managed to push myself off of him, but he immediately gripped my upper arm and a sudden sharp pain pierced my skin. I grunted at the feeling and I immediately felt drowsy. I pulled at my arm, trying to free myself again, but I was growing weak.

The man grabbed me again and pulled me back, replacing his hands on my mouth and around my arms. I couldn't tell if he as holding me tighter or if I was growing weaker. The last thing I saw were the black figures, probably Paul and some of my band mates, growing smaller and smaller through the back windshield. They disappeared as blackness clouded my eyes. . .