92 Days with You

Chapter one:

4 Months Later.

Elizabeth's POV

"Niall, what's wrong?" I say as I see him slouching on the sofa watching the football match. He glanced up at my slowly and then returned to the match. I unknowingly began to bite my bottom lip in worry. "Niall?" He didn't respond.

"Don't worry Lizzy. He's just a bit down." Liam said as I walked into the kitchen of the shared flat. Liam handed me a tall mug with warm tea. I sat down at the dinning room table and laid my head on my hand, staring at my cup of tea. "Hey." Liam said placing his hand on mine. I looked into his eyes. "All will be okay. Okay?" He said. I wish I could have believed him. I nodded my head and stood from the table and ran up the steps, skipping every other step on the way up to my room. I glanced down to see Niall still on the sofa and Liam cleaning up the kitchen. Zayn was with Perrie and Louis was with Eleanor in Manchester. Harry was still somewhere random, and we haven't heard from him in a few weeks.

I walked into my bedroom.

Brandt sat down on his bed and was Skyping Mom and Dad. "Hey Liz." He said, sitting up against his headboard and scooting over, patting on the spot next to him. It had my name written on it. I crawled over to him and saw Mom and Dad on his computer monitor. "Liz!! How are you? Are you okay?" Mom said with worry and excitement. I shrugged my shoulders and took a deep breath, straighting my back. "I'm fine. I guess that whole situation kind of startled everyone. Niall is depressed or seems to be and can't seem to look me clear in the eye. And yet, Harry still is gone and Sara is pretty silent." I looked at Brandt who had sympathy in his eyes.

My mom shrugged. "I didn't hear the whole story. What all exactly happened Liz?" Mom said through the computer.

I took a deep breath.

"Well, I received this call from Brandt saying he was here and that I needed to pick him up. So I headed over to the airport and was thrown to the side by these French men and was locked in this closet. I heard Brandt calling my name, but I couldn't scream back as to the sock tied to my mouth. But thankfully for those years in French class, I found out that they wanted to kidnap me. They said they could get big money from a rising star. They weren't near the closet so I slammed my body into the door many times till I could get someone's attention. I was sweating and worried. And I'm pretty sure Brandt was too. From there, I banged myself constantly against the door till I passed out. You have to hear Brandt's part from here." I turn towards Brandt and look at him.

"Well... I began looking for her. They tied me up in this bathroom and beat me up. This Australian dude I believed helped me get out. I called up Niall and Liam. They rushed to the airport and we got the airport to go into lock down thanks to a few policemen. We helped search for Liz. Niall came across this closet that wasn't open. It was locked and was suspicious. Because of this, he beat down the door and found Lizzy with the sock and her hands wrapped behind her back, knocked out. A tear escaped his eye and he carried her out of the room. Because no one could get out or in, the Frenchmen were still in the airport.. And they weren't far from where Lizzy was. Niall was attacked and tried to keep Lizzy away from them as much as he could. Liam ran into the guys and soon did the police. Niall was able to take her to the hospital. They checked her out and she woke up back at home." Brandt took a deep breath and kissed my forehead.

"Niall is still in shock about it even 9 months after the accident." Brandt continued. I looked at him and then it hit me. "Mom, Dad, I have to go." I said, getting up and running out of the room. I watched my steps as I hurried down the stairs. I looked over to the sofa. Niall was gone. "Liam, where is he?" I said, sorta out of breath. "He went to get some Nandos. Why?" Liam asked. "Oh I just needed to know." I said as I slipped on my converse and my jacket and sunglasses. I sprinted out of the flat.