Perfect Mistake

Chapter 13

Niall's POV:

My eyes opened, being greeted with nothing but darkness. I shook my head, shaking away the grogginess. 'Where the hell am I?' I thought to myself as I made a move to get up, but I couldn't; I was tied to something.

"Finally, you're awake." A voice said and my head shot up but I couldn't see who was talking. I felt hands on my head and suddenly I could see. I had had a blindfold on. The guy from earlier- Ty - stood in front of me and instantly my heart started racing.

"What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice shaking , giving away my fear.

 "I don't want anything from you. I want the money your boyfriend owes me since he lost my supply." He stepped closer to me. "Because of you, it's a guarantee that he'll bring it." Ty said, rubbing his hands together.

"He didn't fucking lose it!" I yelled, glaring at him. "Someone st-" He slapped me across the face.

"Shut the fuck up." Then he smirked and grabbed my face. "You're a cute little thing." A feeling of uneasiness spread through me and I pulled away. Someone untied me and Ty gestured for me to stand. I hesitated but did so, afraid of what he was going to do.

 "You look angry. Go ahead, take a hit at me." Ty said and I just looked at him, glancing out of the corner of my eye at the stairs. Ty spread his arms, waiting. I took the risk, knowing I'd have to pay for it, and bolted towards the stairs. Arms wrapped around my stomach, pulling me back.

 "No!' I yelled, thrashing and scratching at the arms. They threw me down and I rolled right into the wall. I groaned and rolled onto my back, looking up to see Ty standing over me.

"Nice try." He laughed and kicked me in the stomach. He backed up a little, allowing me to slowly get to my feet. I put a hand on the wall for support and tried to gain my breath back. Ty threw a punch, connecting it to my jaw and I grunted in pain. He went to throw another but I dodged it, pushing him into the wall and punched him in the face. Almost instantly, he grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me in, his fist connecting with my nose. I let out a cry of pain and he threw me against the wall, hand on my throat, squeezing hard. I scratched at his hand and he kneed me in the stomach. Tears stung my eyes and I tasted blood in my mouth from my nose. Ty released me and I collapsed to the floor, the coldness slightly relaxing.

"Ty, he's on the phone." Someone said and Ty squatted beside me, phone in hand.

"Hello Styles." He said and my heart instantly started racing. Ty was silent for a second. "Good. You know where we are." He paused, listening. "Yeah, he's fine. Right?" He looked at me, but I stayed silent. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back hard and I grunted in pain. "Right?" He repeated.

 "Y-yeah." My voice shook. Ty made a pleased noise and hung the phone up, standing up. Two men dragged me to my feet and threw me into the chair, tying me up again.

"You two can leave. I won't be needing you when he gets here." Ty gestured to the two men standing beside me. They left and Ty stood in front of me, smirking. "Looks like Styles came through." He said and put a gag in my mouth, leaving the room.