Gone

"A Language More Lovely Than Speaking" 20

"Nyx, you want a beer?" She turned around, thought for a minute and nodded. I grabbed 3 bottles, and took a seat, handing Nyx and Adrianna one. I cracked the top, but Adrianna scolded me.

"You aren't allowed to drink beer!"

"It's allowed in England! I'm 18."

"You can't drink alcoholic beverages." She glanced at my belly, and sort of gestured without making it obvious. I groaned, and stood up until I realized how swollen my feet gotten. 

I traded the open beer with the yet-to-be-opened one Adrianna had. After putting the beer back, I grabbed a cold water. "My feet are so swelled," I murmured. Nyxinia's eyes widened as large as bear's eyes.

"Are you..." I nodded, and she stopped. Finally, I saw the program coming on. Resting my hand on the top of my belly, I rubbed the top. My baby's feet will be here one day...

"3 months."

"Wow, you don't look it, at all." I glanced at my belly, and agreeed. I didn't look pregnant at all. It did help stop some of the rumors the ridiculous media started. I didn't know how the boys, espeically Niall dealt with it.

"Hey, Nyxinia, me and Andrea are going to the fair tomorrow, are you interested in coming? We'd love you too." It was a surprise learning this. I kind of smiled, happy for something to do interesting and entertaining, finally. Nyx nodded, and began saying yes, but was cut off by Nightline coming on.

"Hello, and welcome to Nightline." Barbra Walters was seated in a leather seat, and had make up everywhere on her face. "Tonight we will be interviewing the 5 most bravest celebrities I know, personally. These 5 boys were held in torture, captive for around 2 whole months. They left with minor scratches and bruises. Now, about 3 months after being freed, the 5 lads chose only Nightline to interview them on the touchy subject. Welcome One Direction. Harry Styles, Niall Horan," Nyxinia gripped my arm and jumped up lightly as the camera panned to Niall. His face was so different. He dyed his hair back blonde even though it was perfect natural. His lips were plump, and no marks anywhere on his body unlike when he was with me. His mouth was smiling and his eyes were bright, but I saw his pupils. His real opinion on all of this. If he weren't forced to smile, he'd be crying. His eye lids were caked with make up, scratch that - his whole face was caked with make up, but his eyelids were red, even if was almost covered. He was crying, and he would be if he weren't on television. "Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, and, last, but not least, Liam Payne. Welcome boys."

"It's nice being here, with you Barbra," Harry said, while the others stayed quiet. It didn't seemed to register to Harry they were there to talk about his kidnapping. 

"Thank you, Harold. I'll ask a question, and all of you, in order from left to right answer my question. First: How did you feel during the whole escapade?"

"Well," Harry began, with a hopeful smile. I fretted he'd ruin his reputation and let his schizophrenia secret slip. It's a shame that people are bullied for the things they feel, hear, or see. "I was definetly scared. I mean, I'm sure all of us were," everyone nodded or mumbled 'Yeah'. "But I was confused. I mean, there are more successful celebrities out there, so why us?" They all nodded.

Niall cleared his throat, before replying: "I felt sa-" he stopped and changed direction of the sentence and his eyes widened. He was forced into saying something else. Everyone would know. "I-" he restarted- "I felt very claustrophobic." Everyone choked out laughter, even my baby seemed to laugh. "I felt forced into it. I wanted to leave, and I wanted to feel safe. I wanted to feel in control again." I closed my eyes, and laid my hands on my stomach. I wish Niall were here with me. I wish I wasn't alone. I wish I'd stop having those nightmares every night. I felt a tear go down my cheek. It's saltiness slid down into my mouth.

When I looked back at the screen I noticed Zayn and Louis already answered, and Liam was mostly done with his answer. "Just because they thought they were in control they treated us like that." Barbra nodded, and switched index cards.

"Next- what did they feed you, and how often?"

"Well," Harry began. Modest! Management made Harry go first since everyone loved him most. It wasn't fair. And since this answer didn't need multiple answers, Harry was mainly answering it. "We ate about 3 times a week, but when we got fed, it was a large amount of food. They'd bring a big box in, full of bread loaves, sometimes soup, barely cooked meat, or even once it was chicken."

"Where were you mostly held in the house?"

"The basement. The two girls were sometimes taken to a room on the middle level. We left the basement, going to a motel, and then we were taken back to the house, but the room the  girls were taken to was were we were staying now. And then they slowly let us leave. "

"Who were you with?" Niall smiled slyly, and I imagined Modest!'s red and angry faces. That meant Niall had to mention me, and if he did love me like I suposed, he was being forced to mention me.

"There was the 5 of us, and 2 other girls. When we were kidnapped the one girl, Kennedy, was already in the van. I guess the men stopped at McDonalds, and picked the other girl, Andrea up." When Ni mentioned my name I felt my my heart flutter with excitement. He was talking about me. Even though he gave Kennedy the same amount of attention, I appreciated it more. "When Andrea," he bit his lip, "was in McDonalds she heard a man saying he kiddnaped us, and jumped to help. She might've changed the whole course of things, and could've saved our lives." He smiled and nodded. "She told me all about how it happened."

"Oh, does Niall have a eenie, weenie, crush on her?" I was sure Niall knew not to tell about us, but I wasn't sure with the lads. And proving me right, the camera panned from a blushing Niall to a smiling deviously Zayn.

"He's whipped for her! It's Andrea this, Andrea that, its all we ever hear." They all nodded, but Niall looked mad, and crushed. I knew he'd be in trouble, so I secretly cursed Zayn for saying.

After my concern for Niall, I immediatley began blushing. Adrianna smiled widely, and Nyx gripped my arm. I felt the exact same. Niall was the most important thing to me. 

"BUT-" Niall interupted my happiness. But's are never good (unless your into anal, thats fine with me) so I fretted what he could possibly say. "We were nothing." Nothing? You were only person I ever loved, and that was nothing. His face seemed serious. Everything was being thrown so fast and furious into my face. "We would never be anything, never planned on being anything." My eyes opened wider, and I dropped my jaw. "She didn't mean anything to me." His lip twitched, but then the camera shifted to the whole band. The other lads besides Niall were struck with confusion. 

Oh lordy that broke my heart

Guys the ending is terrible and I apologize, I'm going through a rough time right now. I know this is a shitty fan fiction, kay. If I was reading I'd enjoy the main plot but the writing is just .... it sucks monkey balls. Ok so anyway, I have a blog on Tumblr where I post preferences (Dirty and clean) so follow me! My name is: Naughtydirectioners22. Request, okay?! Love youssss!!!!!!