Never Let Me Go

PLAN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

My baby boy is nothing but a liar, as I made sweet love to him he pretended to love it and then all of a sudden he's running away from me? How pitiful. I feel cheated on.

He must still be over his head on those band mates of his, his family, girls. But I know the real him, I saw him with my own eyes, the way he looked at me through that television screen screamed help, that he needed me.

I am a man that holds love close to his heart, and that is very loyal. I'll do anything for the love of my life, protect him from the evils of the world.

It's okay though, I punished him, and maybe he can finally understand, get that he can never get away from me, God wants us together, and if God wanted Niall away from me he'd be gone by now. But he's still here, it's fate, it's true love.

He's in my special room, I put a mattress that I had in my spare bedroom in there. When Niall wakes up he can look at all the things I made for him, all the pictures I took of him, all the love we shared and all the love we can have.

A family is in our future, I'm looking at a country house away from the city, where no one can ever find us, bother us.

It's always been us,

Timothy______,

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Niall woke up to a sticky head and his whole body aching in pure pain. He had a bandage wrapped around his head, and a new cast on his leg because of the fall.

The fall, where he failed to run away from the man that ruined his life.

He looked around the room with hazy eyes, but slowly focused on the now familiar room. All those disgusting paintings, pictures, the obsession and lost-sanity of all this.

He had a major headache from either the fall or from crying so hard, probably both. So he couldn't cry as he scanned the room, but he did let out pitiful whimpers and incoherent sounds.

The paintings that the man showed him when he first came here were still on the walls, all the photos of him all packed onto every wall, his family members, the boys. Everything due back to 2010 was up on this wall.

A shiver went down his spine, realizing that he had someone watching his every move for four years, and he never knew.

He dragged himself towards the wall of only him, staring with wide, terrified eyes up at the gazillion photos. Taken with cheap cameras, Polaroid cameras, fancy high quality cameras. Photos from magazines cut out and pasted onto the wall, posters of him from photo shoots taped to the wall, everything he ever knew he had of himself was up there, and many that he didn't know.

What shocked him the most, was that the man had photos that were completely private of him. Photos of him with his girlfriends from when he was young and not in one direction, photos that he had on his cellphone of either himself or the boys, even photos that the boys have privately on their phones were on these walls.

This man knew everything about him, ever particle in his body the man knew about. And Niall realized maybe this man isn't just some stalker who wants to get in his pants, no, this man was a professional, a criminal of hacking, stalking, locating.

Niall wasn't getting away, this man was never going to let him go.

He let out a scream, it was hoarse and probably didn't do anything for him, but he needed to let it out.

He really didn't care if the man came in, it was better for him to come in sooner, then later. And just like he thought, the door to the room opened.