Different.

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*Sydney's P.O.V.*

*Monday*

I fell asleep on the sofa with Chatlie, and woke up in our room in my bed. I love teleporting. Heheh.

As it was Monday, I unfortunately had school. I, as usual, got dressed, done my hair and make-up. As I went down the stairs and I saw my phone buzz on the table. I walked over and read the text.

From: Unknown

Message: Looking nice to day, hoping to see a bit more though!! Xx;)

Ermm... Thats err...Different. Oh c'mon!! What am I meant to say to that.

I went outside and waited for the bus. Then thankfully Niall came up to me. I was soooooo scared about the two texts. I felt that I needed a full time bodyguard!! "Heya Sydney"

"Hi"

"What's up? You seem a little down."

The was no way that I'm telling Nialler about the messages. I felt bad, but I had to lie.

"Oh, yeah. You know? I've just been a bit lonely recently, with Pacei and Becki on there holiday and Chatlie working non-stop I'm just as bored as!!"

"You know, if you want, not forcing you or anything"

"No no, go on"

"We'll you could stay.. Err at mine for a bit"

"Umm where would I sleep?"

"There's a guest room, and there's always my room..."

"The guest room" I agreed.

After that it just went silent. As the school bus came round the corner. I decided to lead Niall on a bit. So I said. "If I feel like it though, I could always end up in your bed".

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Hi guys, I'm just going to skip the school day until she gets out. Hope you like it!! Xx oh yeah and sorry for the short chapter xooxoxoxo

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As I walked out of school, late, I had detention, I looked around and saw no one at all. Except from a black van. So I walked the other way. 'Buzz Buzz'. I looked down at my phone.

From: Unknown

Message: Ready?

What the hell? Ready for what? Im not going to be raped am I??!! Unexpectedly someone grabbed me. I couldn't get out of his hold, he then roughly held a smelly cloth to my nose/mouth. The last thing I remember was being dragged into a van and faintly someone saying "we got her".

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