Like Dreamers Do (Niall Horan Fan-Fiction)

Chapter 36

I concentrate on the low howling of the wind as Charlie ties a rope around my hands, his touch on my skin cold and unfamiliar. I set my mind on all of the good times I've had throughout my life as I am lead out of the Greenhouse and towards a small black car, with Charlie tugging on my shoulders eagerly. I try to think of times like Christmas with my parents, when we would all sit around the fire and eat so much food, and there would always be left overs of everything. They were the best times.

The times when I didn't have any worries. The times when everything was easy.

Before I know it, I have been shoved into the back of the car, and a blindfold is roughly thrown tightly around my head, discarding my vision. All I can hear is a vast array of heavy breathing and muffled laughter as the boot shuts again, and I can't hear anything anymore.

I'm not sure how long we are driving for. I am almost numb to any form of horror, any type of fear. I'm so beyond the point of afraid that a line doesn't even exist anymore. I'm almost at peace with my own death, but my thoughts of Niall aren't helping. And my grandad. And Lucy, Taylor, Tony. Not to mention Harry, whose been there for me since the start. Louis and Liam, the two boys who were so willing to welcome me into their group, without question. Heck I'll even miss Zayn, despite our differences recently.

I don't want to die, but what choice do I have?

I'm stuck in the back of a car, tied up and blindfolded, with the most dangerous man at the wheel. I don't have any hope anymore.

After what feels like about an hour, the car begins to slow down a little. I hear the engine humming softly below me as the ride begins to get bumpier, and it's at that point I really start to panic. At first I think that I can keep it together, my heart beat has just increased a lot, everything will be fine.

But then my breathing starts to get a little jagged, until I find that I can't breathe at all. I think that I'm having a panic attack, but I can't make sense of anything.

In that moment, it was as though I didn't have any thoughts at all that didn't consist of death. My whole entire life has been for nothing. I try not to think of any regrets as I feel the car stop beneath me, and I realize that my best bet now is to scream.

And so I do. I scream as loud as I can, at the top of my lungs. I scream until I feel as though my lungs will burst, but the worst part is, I can only hear my voice come out in barely a whisper. That's how physically destroyed I am, how low I am feeling.

And then the sound of muffled laughter returns, and I feel myself slipping away again. I can't help but be angry in my fear.

Why has nobody found me yet? I mean sure, nobody knows where I am, or who I am with, but surely they must be looking? I'm Elli Nichols. I'm Niall Horan's girlfriend, arguably the most famous boy in the world right now. What hope does the rest of the world have if he can find a way to kill me?

My screaming doesn't prove to be of any help. As quickly as the boot was opened I am in Charlie's forceful grip, his matted hair brushing over my face as he picks me up and carries me out of the car. I thrash wildly against him, hitting and punching him wherever I can, although it's difficult with my hands tied up. I attempt to kick my legs a little, but none of it is any use. He simply laughs wildly, knowing the power he has over me. As I begin to scream again, I feel a muffled rag being shoved into my mouth, and it's at that point I pass out.

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When I wake up, I can see again. I'm in a room, it's very dark but there is a small ray of sunlight coming in from a small slit near a door at the front of the room. As far as I can tell, it looks almost like a cellar. There are random boxes everywhere and weirdly enough there are statues of dolls. Hundreds and hundreds of porcelain dolls. I don't know why, and I don't plan on asking why they are there, but it is beyond eerie. I scream for help again, but at this point, I know that there is nothing I can do. What am I supposed to do, just call the police with my....

With my phone...

He didn't take my phone....

I look down at my hands to see that they are still tied up. Frantically, I rush over to one of the creepy looking dolls and search for one with a sharp edge. I find one, a small blonde doll with a pointed hat is staring at me, so I run the ropes on my hands along the edges of the hat, being extremely careful not to make any noise. I don't know where Charlie is at this point. He could be in the room for all I know, hiding behind one of the boxes, so I have to be quick.

After what feels like an eternity, I manage to loosen the ropes enough to rip them off my hands, and I shakingly reach into my back pocket for my phone. Without thinking, I dial the number for the police, not daring to breathe as the phone rings.

I thank the Lords above when somebody answers, a male who sounds frantic at the other end of the line.

It sounds bad, but he's probably already looking for me.

"Yes hello, I need help." I whisper into the phone, my voice shaking. "I've been kidnapped. My names Elli Nichols, I don't know where I am but I'm in a room about an hour away from inner London. There's dolls everywhere, I don't know if that helps. Please hurry, I think he's going to-"

But I stop dead as the door at the front of the room creeks open, and there stands Charlie, a knife in his hand and a face that reads I will be very, very sorry for using my phone.

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