Niallnapped

Doctor

Chapter 15- Doctor

Krystal’s P.O.V

“But she wears short skirts

 I wear t-shirts

 She's cheer captain

 And I'm on the bleachers

 Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

 That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.

 If you could see

 That I'm the one

 Who understands you.

 Been here all along.

 So, why can't you see ‒

 You belong with me,

 You belong with me?

 Walking the streets with you in your worn,” I sing along with Taylor Swift, “Don’t you just love her Niall.”

He just nodded his head. Lately he’s been looking kind of pale and sick. He hasn’t eaten anything in like two week. I even brought him Nandos and he didn’t eat it. Goodness gracious, he should be grateful that I am so kind to him. Giving him food, shelter, water and he hasn’t cried with us, well except when he broke his ankle.

“KASPER,” I shouted. The sound of footsteps echoed through the house.

“What’s wrong, did he do something to you,” Kasper snapped and pulled out his gun, pointing it at Niall. Niall stared at it in fear, his eyes focused on the barrel of the gun.

“Chill Kasper, he did nothing wrong,” I sigh in frustration, “He looks sick. We should take him to a doctor.”

“Are you kidding me,” Kasper replied angrily, “If I recall correctly, HE’S A MISSING PERSON.”

“Oh,” was my only response.

“Ya, oh. Jeez you’re stupid,” he growled at me.

“Bro, chillax. But you have to admit he does look extremely sick,” I try explain. Kasper looks at Niall with his head tipped slightly to the side.

“He does look really sick, but how are we going to get a doctor genius,” he contemplated.

“What about Addie’s friend Megan,” I say after a moment’s hesitation, “She’s a doctor and from what I hear, she doesn’t know a thing about One Direction. If we dye his hair, she won’t recognise him. It’s a fool proof plan.”

“Not quite, she could recognise him,” Kasper argued.

“We can pay her off,” I retorted.

He thought for a minute before nodding slowly. “This could work. Phone her and see if she could come ASAP. I’ll dye his hair while you do that.”

“Ok,” I responded.

“I’ll dye his hair while

I ran upstairs and grabbed the phone and phone book if flipped through it looking for the Frazel’s (Megs last name) after I found it I typed in the number and let it ring.

“Hello,” the voice on the other end greeted.

“Hi, is Megan there,” I ask.

“This is her,” Megan replied sweetly.

“Oh, hi this is Krystal calling. I need some help. I have a cousin who is really sick and he hates hospitals so I can’t take him there. I was wondering if you could check up on him,” I ramble on.