Kidnapped... With Who?! (Completed)

Ch. 23: Meeting... With Who?!

Hey guys... *scratches back of neck* Long time no see...

Okay, I know I'm a bad person 'cause I left you at a cliffhanger and didn't come back, but I have reasons! I wasn't blowing you off! Trust me, I love you guys too much to do that!

Reason 1: I had to continue my essay on To Kill a Mockingbird... :(

Reason 2: I went swimming and got a REALLY BAD sunburn and in order to type I needed to move my arms, causing them to rub against my shirt... IT HURTS!

Reason 3: I may or may not have kinda sorta... forgot

Reason 4: When I went to bed Sunday night I remembered, but I was too tired and too sore to update, so I thought, "I guess I'll have to make time tomarrow and apologise"

Reason 5: My throat hurt on Monday, so I stayed home sick, and when I went to the doctors office, I found out I have 'hand, foot and mouth disease'... it's like strep, only ten times worse, and its a virus, so I can't just take a medicine and be done with it...

Reason 6: I fell asleep when I gonna update yesterday and then when I one up I got distracted by this week's New Girl... sorry bout that, but it's the truth...

IM SOOOO SORRY GUYS! *gets down on knees* PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

You: *sigh* "Oh, alright..."

Me: *grins* "Really?!"

You: "Yes really..."

Me: "Really really?!"

You: "Yes, Meaghan, re-"

Me: "Really really really?!"

And this has been Spongebob Moments with Meaghan. Tune in next time where we talk about wumbo.

YOU GUYS FORGOT TO DEFINE WUMBO! YOU KNOW, I WUMBO, YOU WUMBO, HE SHE ME WUMBO, WUMBO, WUMBOING, WUMBOLOGY! THE STUDY OF WUMBO! ITS FIRST GRADE!

I'm giving you one more chance to define wumbo for a dedication (*cough cough* google it...)

Alright! Here is what you've been waiting ever so patiently for...

CHAPTER 26!

Bye guys! Wish me luck with my disease! :(

Love, Meaghan

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I approached the man who was looking around. Was I seeing things? I could NOT be meeting with him. Of all people. Though, he WAS clad in a red tie and navy suit.

"Umm... excuse me, sir. I'm Ariel Fields. I'm supposed to be meeting with a man in a red tie and navy suit..." I explained.

"Ariel! Nice to officially meet you!" he smiled. He extended his hand and I shook it. "I'm-"

"I know who you are... May I please ask why I'm here?" I said politely.

"I will explain when we get inside. First, let's get something to drink."

I smiled and nodded. We walked to the counter, and I got a simple hot chocolate. I'm not really a coffee person. He ordered his coffee and we sat at a table in the corner.

"Now, we need to speak about you and the boys. Shawn told me what happened, as well as Zayn and Liam," he began.

"What about Louis, Harry, and Niall?" I asked.

"Oh... well, truth be told, I haven't seen Louis since before the kidnapping. Harry has been keeping him company. And Niall..." he sighed.

"What?! What's wrong with Niall?!" I asked.

"He - uh - he's gone mute. He refuses to speak to anyone. It's becoming a problem. He won't sing, speak, dance... he hasn't left his bedroom... I don't know what to do."

"Simon, I'm sorry. I can't help you," I said.

"Actually, you can. Quick question, are you in school?" THE Simon Cowell asked me.

Yes, I was in a meeting with genius billionaire, Simon Cowell. Also known as Uncle Simon to directioners, the creator of One Direction, and the jerk-faced British man on X Factor.

"Ummm... I had to drop out a few years ago..." I trailed.

"Okay. Well, then I need you to go home and pack after this."

He simply smiled at me, standing up. He began walking out when I shot to my feet. "Wait!" I called, as he exited the café. Too late.

I ran out. "Simon! Sir!"

He turned around. "Yes?"

"Pardon me, sir, but why am I packing?" I puffed, out of breath.

"Oh. You ar-" he began before being cut off by his phone. He pulled it out of his suit and glanced at the screen to see the caller. "Excuse me just a second." He wandered off a bit.

A few minutes later, he returned."Sorry, Ariel. I really have to go. I have a meeting I'm super late for. I'll-I will contact you later," he said. A limo pulled up, and he quickly got in.

I stood there puzzled.

Huh?!

I shook my head and began to walk back to Abi's place. I left my hot chocolate on the table of Starbucks. Oh well.

I pulled out my phone and dialled Harry's number.

"Hello?" he whispered.

"Hi, uh-"

"I gotta go... talk to you later!"

The line cut off.

That was... strange...

Then a thought occurred to me. How was Niall mute when I spoke to him just the other day?

I dialled his number. He answered after 3 rings.

"Ariel?" he yawned.

"Niall? You're speaking."

"Yeah? So?"

"I was told you went mute toward the boys and Simon..."

"Oh..."

I crossed the street to the park. I sat under a tree. "You still there?" I joked.

He sighed. "Yeah. I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yeah..."

Something was definitely off.

"Ari?" he asked snapping me from my thoughts.

"Hmmm?"

"It's different. Everything."

I thought a moment about what to say. "I know."

"How?" he asked.

I gulped. "I just met with Simon."

There was a pause. "Did he tell you about Louis?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Louis? No, what's wrong with him?"

"Oh..."

"Niall, what is wrong with Lou?" I asked aggressively.

"He's depressed. He misses you, Ariel. I've never seen him this way."

I thought a little. "He is?..."

"Uh huh."

"Oh... uh - wow."

It was silent. "Niall? Where are you in the world?"

"Oh... I don't know if I can-"

"Please tell me, Niall," I begged.

He sighed. "Boston."

"C-can I come over?" I stuttered.

"Yeah." I could hear his smile.

I smiled as he gave me the address and hotel room number.

"Are you sure you wanna hang out?" he asked nervously.

My smile grew wider. "I'd love to." 

I can't wait.