I laid on my couch watching old chick flicks like I have been since the boys left three weeks ago. A box of tissues sat next to me and an untouched cup of tea was on the table. "No! He can't find another girl! He's meant to be with her!" I screamed at the TV, tears streaking my face. I pulled a tissue from the box and wiped under my eyes. I was almost done watching Letters To Juliet when I heard my phone ring in my bedroom. I ran up to my room, knowing who the call would be from. I didn't bother checking to see who it was when I picked up, "Hey Liam!" I yelled into the speaker. I heard him chuckle over the line. I could picture him smiling, making me miss him even more; which brought tears stinging in my eyes. "Hello love, are you having fun?" He asked. It was the usual check up. He called every day to make sure I was ok and happy- pretty sweet right?! "It would be better with you here... I've gone through six tubs of ice cream, three boxes of tissues and watched over sixty chick flicks." I replied, mentally sticking my tounge out at him. He laughed and I asked about his tour. He said it was going good but I could tell he hated being away from me. We talked for about three hours until Niall made him hang up so he could call me. Niall was almost worse than Liam as far as my protection goes, he was like a Dad; even though the boys treated him like a baby.
I talked to Niall for two more hours then had to talk to Zayn for another hour when I fell asleep while talking on the phone to him. I woke up to a loud thud noise down stairs. I slowly got up, my phone in my back pocket, and walked to the stairs coming off of the hallway where my room was. I didn't leave many of the lights on except one in the living room next to me; luckily no door blocked the way into the living room so a dim glow was cast to the bottom of the stairs. I hopped off the last step. My heart pounded against my ribs so hard it hurt. I looked to the side to see the front door was laying across the floor. I started taking deep breaths. The wind? I thought. No Taylor, don't be so stupid. I thought back to myself. I slowly turned around when I heard a low breathing behind me. Maybe the boys were pulling a prank?
A man that I've never seen in my whole life was standing in front of me. He wrapped a black fabric over my mouth and tied my hands tightly with a rope. I struggled as hard as I could but to no avail. The man was over twice my size and was three times stronger than me. He had black hair that was messed up badly and hung low on his forehead, almost reaching his eyes and wore black skinny jeans, a black leather jacket, and a dark gray shirt underneath. Tattoos scattered in different places on his arms in black ink and a black bracelet with spikes on it was wrapped around his wrist. He pushed out of the hole that was once where my front door was. I was shoved into the trunk of a sleek black sports car. The man, who could've been around twenty, smiled down at me creepily before slamming the door shut; enclosing me in darkness.
The engine purred as the car came to life. I felt the car move but I had no way to tell which direction I was going in. Hopefully this wasn't as bad as it seemed... that's what the naive part of me thought but the smart part of me knew it was worse than it seemed... much worse.
