Gone

"As long as we're together..." 5

Everything was getting overwhelming. So many things were running through my mind. By an hour of thinking with no interuptions I figured 3 things out.

-My plan wouldn't work. They were stronger, and more powerful. They had guns and knives.

-This whole abduction was giving me my depression back. The black clouds rolled over my vision. Except one thing evened it out.

-I really liked Niall. He was there. Here. I didn't want him to be, but he was. He was making me happy.

There was no sounds, no breathing, no interuptions from my thinking. Immediatley I knew something was wrong. Peeling my eyes open, I noticed I was in the basement, but everyone was asleep. Niall was curled up into a ball, lines of clean skin right under his lids. His eyes were red and mottled, and he clutched his stomach. He had a black eyes, and bruises on his arms. A deep gash on his forehead. I grabbed the bottle of water they gave each of us, and dripped some of the water on my shirt. Gingerly, I rubbed the gash. His eyes peeped open, and he smiled lightly. Sympathetically.

He leaned up and pulled me into him. My head buried itself into his shoulders. He rubbed the top of my dirty hair and I wondered what I looked like. Probably cheeks stained with makeup, tears, and guilt. 

For hours while the others slept, we talked. Favorite bands, shows, movies, and so much more. Eventually I began trusting him. While I gave him information about me, I began realizing I was slowly falling in love with him. 

I told myself to stop. I just met him, and I'm truly messed up, so how could I love him? The Niall Horan? We were almost nothing alike.

"When I was younger, maybe 15, I wanted to kill myself. I tried. Many times. And now you know. I never wanted anyone to know, but I trust you." 

"That's good." He realized his slip up, and muttered, "That it didn't work, I mean. Not. Yeah." 

I chuckled, and smiled. A real smile. Finally. 

I hugged him, and looked up into his eyes, and he kissed me.

He kissed me.

Not the dirty, slimy, bad type. The cute, "I love you", kind. He reached behind my neck, pulling me closer, while my fingers met his hair. It was dirty, almost black, but I didn't care.

We laid on the floor, him holding me, me holding him. It was nice. I felt safe in his arms. Honestly, I forgot where I was. That I was in custody, basically.

We both fell asleep, but I woke up quickly after. Immediatley I fought the urge to open my eyes. "Damn girl." I felt hands wander up my arms. They found my wrist, pulled it up, and threw it back on my body. "Freak." They tossed me somewhere hard, my head slamming against the back. I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was. In the distance there was an abandoned house, and trees everywhere. A path leading to where I was, in a van. The men were shutting the doors when an unknown figure noticed me being awake. The boys were all behind me, in a big pile of unconsicous bodies. He smiled, and grabbed a knot of my hair. He called another mans name, one I didn't catch, and he came around back and grabbed Kennedy who snapped to attention. I started screaming bloody murder while the boys woke up.