Night Changes

Chapter 1

Liam's POV

I opened my eyes and found myself bound to a chair. My hands were bound by zip ties to the hands of the chair and my legs were also tied to the chair legs by zip ties. I tried to scream but it was muffled and soon realised that I had a headkerchief between my teeth and bound tightly behind my head. This reminded me of my brother Harry.

I started to struggle to try to untie myself but it was useless. I started to feel some burnt from my struggle on my hands. The room was also pitch black apart from a small bulb hanging from the roof above my head. As I became tired of struggling to try to untie myself, adrenaline started to slow down and my tears started to come down. The last thing I remember is talking with some Argentian fans in the lobby of the hotel where I was staying then went up to my hotel room and when I opened the door blackness took over me.

After what seemed like hours alone with my thoughts and tears streaming down my face, a door was opened and someone switched on the remaining lights in the room. I tried to calm down and stop my tears. I did not want my kidnappers to think that I am weak. I will try to keep strong. I need to live for my son Bear and my family. I will fight to live.

As I was thinking in my head to calm down and look strong someone brought a chair and sat down on it in front of me. His face was masked hence I could not see his face or identify him. He removed the headkerchief from my mouth. I remained silent but was glaring at him hard.

He then said: "Hi Liam"

I remained silent and he slapped my cheek very hard. He continued calmyly.

"When someone talks to you, you are expected to answer back politely or else punishment will follow. "

My cheek was hurting and I was ready to cry, but I did not want to give him that satisfaction so I continued to glare at him. When he noticed that I was still glaring at him without saying anything he slapped me hard again on the other cheek and grabbed my face and said angrily "Liam I am not a patient person. So for your own good sake, cooperate or else you are going to be living in hell. Am I understood?"

He let my face go and I replied "Yes sir".

I was getting nervous, but at the same time tried to keep it together. He then sat down again on his chair staring back at me. I tried to fidget a bit on the chair but could not do much movement due to my restraints. After a few minutes of me trying to fidget as best as I can on the chair while keeping silent, he started talking:

"Liam you're quite quiet. It's not you. Normally you are one who talks so much. Why are you so quiet? Why are you not questioning me why are you here? Are you not curios?"

I stared a bit at him. Obviously I wanted to know about all of that but I did not want him to get the satisfaction that I was playing in his hands. So I answered back: "What's the point of asking if I am sure that you're not going to give me those answers?"

He stared back at me. I could not read his face since it was masked so I don't know if he was angry or surprised or expecting this answer. I was anxiously waiting to see what happens when finally he spoke: "You are a tough one, but even though guys like you will break eventually. Do you know how long have you been out? You have been out for more than 2 days and the best part is that everyone thinks you're dead. No one is coming to search for you. Your brother's are devastated. Fans around the world are mourning you and doing memorials for you. Your family is struggling. And everyone thinks that you killed yourself with drugs and then you stumbled down from your hotel's balcony". He stopped. I was shocked and then started screaming at him:"Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you? Who the hell are you?" Then I started sobbing while imagining my mother, father and sisters blaming themselves. Then my brothers Louis, Zayn, Niall and Harry. I was just with Niall two weeks ago. Knowing him he is blaming himself how could he have noticed that I was struggling when in fact it was not true. This cannot be happening.

And then he started laughing at me. I was still crying and lost in my thoughts when he stopped and said: " Now now Liam. It's too early to answer those questions, but in due course you will know. But I will leave you now. Later on someone will come with your food and drink and will get you to a bathroom. And depending on your behaviour we will see what privileges or punishments you'll end up with." He then got up from his chair, took the chair and put it in a corner of the room switched the off the room leaving only the small bulb on my head and then got out whilst slamming the door.

Once the door was closed, I started crying and sobbing. It was too much. What did I do to deserve this? Why my family, friends and the fans have to endure this when I'm still alive? I closed my eyes and started remembering the good memories to try and calm myself down. I will fight this. I will try to get out of here alive to comfort my family and friends. They don't deserve this grief. I need to be alive to see my son grow up, my brothers succeeding in their solo careers and maybe once we are all satisfied and achieved what we want we go around the world again as one direction. Why is this happening. Please, God keep me alive. As I was thinking this and playing with good memories in my head I started to drift off and sleep took over me.

A/N - Here is the first chapter. Feel free to leave comments and likes. Love Abi xx