𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹//𝑵𝑯//

𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒅𝒆

Niall Horan

4 years ago

20th of January, 2011

"So it's like an escape room?" Harry asked.

"More like a fucking Saw game," Louis muttered under his breath, just quiet enough so J couldn't hear him.

"Kind of like an escape room, Styles. There's instructions and clues hidden inside the room for you to find. You'll have a half hour to find your way out, and the last person to leave is disqualified. If none of you can find your way out, you're all disqualified. Just watch out because a few of your may not come out. Any questions?" J spoke loudly and clearly so all 10 of us could hear him.

"I've got a question. What's your actual name?" Ashton asked.

"J,"

"No, what does J stand for?"

"That's confidential, Irwin."

Ashton clearly wasn't happy to be here and kept pressing.
"Oh, last name basis then? What's yours J?"

"Irwin, that's confidential information to protect myself and my family. Keep asking silly things like this and I'll make sure your outcome of this game isn't good. Any proper questions?"

We all looked around at eachother, the same concerned look on all of our faces except for Louis'.

"Can you like, explain what's going on?"

"I already did, Tomlinson-"

"Right. Stop calling us by our last names; it's weird. I mean, why the fuck are we being locked inside a room for half an hour and have to "find our way out"? And why might some of us not come out?"

"It's a test, Louis."

"Well I don't want to do your fucking test, Jigsaw."

"Funny, but you four already agreed to the deal," He pointed at Harry, Liam, Louis and I. "I made your band famous in return that you assist me in my work."

"Well what if we don't pass or whatever? Benefits us but you wouldn't get much out of it." Louis said, grinning.

"Funny. You die from a poisonous gas that'll be released into the room when the timer runs out," J said and we all looked at him with concern. "So I hope that you all pull your weight."

There were nods and mumbles of "mhm," and "this isn't fucking normal" - that came from Louis.

J pulled out a stack of small envelopes no bigger than the palm of my hand and looked up towards us all.
"If I call your name take your letter and don't open it until your inside the room."

"Louis Tomlinson,"

"I swear to God I'm gonna hurt you Jigsaw-"

"Niall Horan,"

"Mike Maxwell,"

"Ted Walkers,"

"Harry Styles,"

"Michael Clifford,"

"Luke Hemmings,"

"Calum Hood,"

"And Ashton Irwin."

We all stayed silent, including Louis surprisingly.

"Now, I would like to warn you that your individual outcome of this test depends on your immediate family's safety. Currently they are safe in a warehouse."

All the others were shocked while I only laughed.

"Something funny, Horan?"

I took a moment to compose myself before answering. "Yeah, actually. My father disappeared off the face of the earth when I was six and my mum's dead. You haven't got my family unless you found my father."

J's face and attitude somehow got sterner at the mention of my father. "You're correct. But you might still wanna make it out of there."

My eyebrows crease as I pause for a second, wearily asking "Why?"

"You'll understand soon," J looked towards the other boys and Liam was already asking another question.
"What's in these letters?" He asked, holding his up.

"Just a task I want you all to complete in the room," J answered.

"Do you just really like Saw or something?" Louis asked in an annoyed tone, but J just ended up ignoring him. He led us to a room down a dark hallway, the door creaking as it opened.

It led into a small box room with another door, dimly lit with a singular light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

J looked at all 10 of us packed into this small box room, saying two unsettling words before shutting the door.

"Good luck."