Liam's P.O.V
"THIEF!!!"
"GIVE THAT BACK YOU FIEND!!"
"For heavens sake Louis, give Niall the goddamn tutu back!" Yelled Harry, as he stepped between the two arguing boys.
"But my bear is a ballerina, it needs a tutu." Sniffled Louis, as he shot Niall a menacing glare.
"So? Everyone knows that firemen wear tutus. Now give Mr Diddle his tutu back." Cried Niall. "Over my dead body!" Yelled Louis.
"THAT CAN BE ARRANGED!" Replied Niall, anger evident in his voice. Liam had known that going to build a bear was a mistake, from the moment that they walked in. Niall and Louis firstly argued relentlessly about who should get the last rainbow bear, and then Louis wanted the tutu that Niall had found.
Liam sighed as he looked at the jumbled array of mini teddy bear clothes. He was making a bear for Danielle and it had to be perfect. Lately their relationship had taken a turn for the worst. Of course, only they knew this. Danielle thought that Liam had been cheating on her whilst on tour, due to the fact that a fan kissed him on the cheek at a meet and greet.
He looked over at Niall and Louis. Niall appeared to have forgotten about his prized tutu, and now stared spitefully at the bear that Liam held. Danielle had also said that Niall didn't like her. Liam had brushed this off, saying that Niall was just not one for sentiment. But that could not be further from the truth.
Soon the shop was flooded with fans, causing a disgruntled manager to show the boys the backdoor of the shop. Niall missed the days when only a couple of people would recognise him, you can handle one or two gentle fans, but a mob is intimidating and can do a lot of damage.
A few hours later, the boys found themselves wondering around London. The air now had a cold bite that seeped into Niall's bones, but whenever he looked at Liam, that warm fuzzy feeling tickled him.
They were standing by the Thames river, looking at the sunset. It looked like a painting, the kind where nude cherubs flit through the heavens. This thought lingers on Niall's mind, making him wonder if that could be translated into a song.
A muffled cry breaks Niall's thought, and he swerves around in surprise. But it was too late, a black sack was pulled over his face, and a sharp needle pierced his skin. Niall thrashed around, but as the drug took hold, exhaustion weighed his body down like a weight.
He felt himself fall to the floor like a doll, and fall to the floor, suddenly unable to stay awake any longer.
"Night night blondie."
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