The Boys in the Window (Larry/Ziall)

*Based on the three girls who were kidnapped and found in Cleveland,Ohio*

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On September 15 of 2003, two boys went missing.

One from Ireland, Mullinger. And the other from Doncaster.

The oldest Louis Tomlinson, was only 12 years old.

Niall Horan the youngest had just turned 10.

Now it's 2013 and they're still missing. Louis is 21 and Niall 19.

Where they are? The world will never know.

Louis's POV

Niall slept in my arms as we layed in the small bed.

We slept in the attic, hidden from others. We have a mini fridge, a bathroom and a shower.

The attic is really big so we could walk around. But we choose not to.

We've been here since 2003. Now it's 2013. And yet we've still haven't been found.

I don't know if they're looking for us. And if they are. Why haven't they found us?

I looked down at Niall.

He was only ten and I twelve when we we're taken.

For two years I let them rape and beat me before Niall became more 'cuter' and taller.

He was a short boy, and still is.

On our birthdays we would think:

Another year wasted. Wow they really don't care about us.

The kidnappers asked us what we wanted when our birthday came around.

The first time I had asked for freedom and for them to tell the police they had taken us. I was slapped in the face. Niall asked for hair dye.

From then on.I always asked for music CDs.

And one year I asked for two pairs of earphones since it annoys them that we play music.

Niall has a guitar and five bottles of hair dye. I have 15 CDs, a notebook, pens and a laptop.

The laptop was a little too much but Niall's guitar costed more.

I looked down at Niall to see he was awake. Niall was the kind of boy you wouldn't want to see cry.

"Louis why are you crying?"He asked sitting up. I didn't notice I was crying until he told me.

I wiped at my cheeks feeling it wet.

"No reason."I said and I knew he didn't buy it since he pouted.

"Mum used to tell me that things will get better. Just keep believing" He whispered as his small hands ran through my hair.

"Yea. Sure"I said rolling my eyes.

"Meanie"He grumbled getting up.

I sighed.

"I'm sorry Nialler."I said getting up. He looked out the small window in the attic with a pout.

"Come on Ni"I said putting my hands on his shoulder.

"Who's that?"He asked pointing out the window.

A curly haired boy along with a boy with scruffy hair stood in front of the Jensen's house.

They must of bought the house.

The two looked directly at us.

I felt the air being knocked out of me as the curly haired one looked at me.

Niall bit his lip as he stared at the tan one.

Who are they?

Harry's POV

The two boys looked at us.

I particularly liked the boy with the feather hair.

He's beautiful.

Since a young age I knew I was gay and I didn't mind it. My mum had no problem with it. But my step-dad did. So I moved in the Zayn my best bud and here we are.

"The blond one's cute"Zayn said biting his lip.

But the brunette is cuter.