Live Love and Niall Horan

Chapter Forty Nine

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LIVE LOVE AND NIALL HORAN

Chapter Forty Nine

(Back to Teagan's P.O.V.)

When I woke up, I was tied to a chair. I did a quick survey of my surroundings. The room had wooden floors and was quite large, although the flimsy wooden chair I was tied to was the only object in it. Well, other than what I assumed was my coat in my one corner of the room. There was one set of double doors on the other end of the room. What the actual fuck. Somebody had drugged me and tied me to a fucking chair. I tried to do what Scarlet Johansson did as the Black Widow in the Avengers when she was being tied up and interrogated; only it didn't go so well. Seeing as how the chair was flimsy, I tried breaking it. No success. My attempts did, however, make a lot of noise.

Stay calm, I told myself as I heard a lock twist in the double doors.

My heartbeat raced as the doors pushed open and my attacker walked in the room.

Dark hair spiked up in a mini Mohawk hairstyle, dark eyes to match, roughly somewhere in his early to mid 20s. He was dressed in black jeans and a black hoodie and although he looked familiar, I couldn't place where I'd seen him before.

"I see Sleeping Beauty has finally woken up."

He continued walking towards me and a leisurely pace, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a half smile.

"Who the fuck are you?" I demanded as he got too close for comfort. I twisted hands around the knot, but it was pretty securely tied. Figures. I knew how to pick locks, but not how to untie a stupid rope.

For a moment, he looked offended. Quickly, the expression passed and was replaced with a smirk. Instead of answering my question, he started walking circles around me at the same leisurely pace.

"I went through a lot of trouble to get you, even yesterday and today."

What the hell was he talking about?

"I've been watching you for a while now," he continued in the same pleasant voice as if he was discussing something as simple as the weather. "I've learned quite a bit about you. We met, but you weren't very pleasant to me. Rather, your friend Louis wasn't very pleasant to me."

The puzzle pieced itself together in my head. One of my first few days in London. I'd gone out in town with all the boys. Louis said some creepy guy was staring at me. He told him to take a picture because it'd last longer. This was that creepy asshat.

"Ahh, you remember now," he smiled. "Remember my name? I introduced myself."

It started with a D.

"David?" I guessed. "Daniel?"