Little Secret (Niall Horan)

Chapter 8

New Friend, New Enemy.

*

Naomi's Pov

It's cold, smelly, and scary.

I'm describing his van, not the house, yet.

"Hey?" I hear a boy, whisper. We're in the trunk part of his car, so the person can't hear us.

"Um.. hello." I say awkwardly. I thought I was the only one here, or kid at least.

"I'm Christian Barcéllo, and you are?" He asks me, as if nothing is going on right now.

"I'm Naomi Horan," I say.

"Niall Horan is your dad? You know One Direction is gay, right?" He tells me, laughing.

I don't think I'm supposed to tell people that Niall's my.. father, so I'll lie.

"There's more then him who have the last name Horan, you know?" I tell Christian.

He's rude.. gay is not an insult.

"Well, I'm asking you, pretty girl." Christian says, while poking my right dimple.

"Can you not say that?" I ask him, very annoyed now. "What are you doing here anyway? You don't look like you got kidnapped."

"Sorry, your just really hot.. and I didnt get kidnapped.. the kidnapper is my dad." He says in a scared tone.

"Why did your dad kidnap me? There are tons of kids here in London." I ask.

"I dunno, one second he leaves the car, then a second later, he comes back with two girls." Christian mumbles.

"I don't see another girl.." I whisper.

"She's in the backseat, my dad couldn't fit her in the trunk." Christian says, while scratching his arm.

"Aren't the kidnap-ee's supposed to be in the trunk, while the bad guys are in the front? That would've made more sense." I say.

"I wanted to meet you, the other girl didn't wanna talk to me." He says.

"And your dad let you?" I ask.

This kidnapping story is all messed up, his dad has got it all wrong.

"Yes, he isn't as mean as you think, he just has a bad temper, so try not to act stupid, smart, or stubborn." Christian warns me.

"Whatever." I say, as I turn over on my side since we can't really sit up in this trunk.

His personality does not match his name, is for sure.

*

I wake up in a bed.

A bed.

Not in a grimy, smelly, ugly room either. This room is really cute actually.

I sit up, and look over. There's another bed, with a pretty blonde girl about my age, laying down, but she isn't asleep.

"Hello.." I say to her, hopefully she's nice, and not mean.

"Hey," She smiles at me. "Im Jordanne."

"Thats a pretty name, and I'm Naomi." I say.

"Yours is pretty too," Jordanne says, as she tucks her wavy bangs out of her face.

"Thanks. This room is really pretty. It's not what I expected.. at all." I say.

Jordanne and I take a moment to look around.

The walls are a light pink.

The floors are made from a fuzzy black material.

The the beds have white headboards, and pink, black, and white cheetah print blankets.