The Dreams That Saved Mallory {One Direction FacFic Story!(: }

Dreams, Devastation, and More Dreams (Part 2)

*Mallory's POV*

I awoke to find myself in an airplane with Nate. I almost screamed, but restrained. "Arrival in Kukio, South Africa, in 5 minutes," the stewardess said over an intercom. "South Africa?" Nate looked shocked to see that I was awake, but he mustered up a smile. "Uh. . . yeah. My grandparents live in a condo here. The people who kidnapped you don't know about my Nana or Pops," Nathaniel said, as though it answered every question in the world. He was one of the people who kidnapped you, my brain started talking to me again, And he knows where Nana and Pops live. Exactly where they live. So who says that the others don't know either? I quieted my thoughts, then we landed. We walk out of the airplane through that shaft, and we are stranded into the bustling airport. Nathaniel holds out his hand; I reluctantly take it. It feels warm, a little rough like a carpenters, and yet I feel...safe. He guides me effortlessly through the airport, as if he had traveled through it a million times. Now we're in the parking lot. "This is our car," he says. It closely resembled the one we had ridden to the airport in. You don't know that. You weren't awake. You never know. He opens the left backseat door for me. Why not the front door? Something's wrong here. DON'T GET IN. SOMETHING'S REALLY WRONG HERE. "Shut up, shut up," I say very quietly to myself. "What?" Nathaniel still has that smile on his face. "You gonna get in or what?" Be the smart girl, Mal. Don't get in. BUT I GOT IN.

Right when I was all the way in, a group of men in black ninja-like suits jumped from the trunk into the back seat. I tried to scream, but they put a handkerchief over my nose and mouth. I'm getting very sleepy, very fast. I look out the window trying to memorize everything I can. There's Nathaniel. There's a man who resembles the men who are holding me. My mind just made me open the window. My captors don't notice. My eyelids shut when I heard the one man tell Nathaniel "Pokraov, Russia." That's when everything went blank.

*Dream from Mallory's POV*

"Z-Zayn?" I say. I'm in a black dress walking down the aisle at a wedding? Yes. A wedding. That's right. I must be the bride. I look around. I recognize none of these people in the pews. My father's holding my arm; although I scream and fight him to make him let go of me. No one notices; he doesn't flinch or anything. Finally Father drops my arm and I'm walking up to...Zayn?!? He's wearing a blue tux which does not match my dress AT ALL. "Zayn? You know you're supposed to wear. . ." Zayn turns and faces me. Except its not Zayn at all. I gasp. Nathaniel. In shock, and terror, I stand there. A man walks up to Nathaniel. "10 grand for the bride?," he whispers, only loud enough for me and my "groom" to hear. Nathaniel, greedily, shakes his head yes. The man throws money at him, then grabs me. He's about to kill me. Zayn grabs me, pulling me safely out of the church and into the alleyway.

"Wearing black to your own wedding, eh?" Zayn jokingly says, and touches my dress. It turns pure white, matching Zayn's tux perfectly. "Beautiful." Zayn says quietly; under his breath. He takes me into his arms, where I finally feel safe. I start to cry; thinking about how this could never be a reality. That I was just sold; that this was just a dream. "There, there." Zayn starts rubbing my back. "What could such a beautiful girl like you have to cry about? It's your wedding day.'' "That's the thing. Nathaniel, he....he.... sold me! We're going to Pokarov, Russia! Call my friend- Nate, err, Natalie! (525) 371-2781!(525) 371-2781! Call her and head to Russia to save me! Save me Zayn! (525) 371-2781!"

*end of dream*  

*Zayn's POV*  

I picked up the phone, dialing (525) 371-2781 as if I had, everyday for my whole life. "Hello?" I must be going crazy, calling the imaginary girl of my dreams' BFF. "Hello?" the person on the other line questioned again. "Yeah. Who is this?" I ask. "Nate...err....Natalie. Why? Who's this?" My jaw dropped. The girl. . . The girl of my dreams is real. "I know where Mallory is! Pokarov, Russia! I'll explain later! Just get to Pokarov, Russia! I'll stay in touch!" I hung up on Natalie;; I called Paul. "Hey, Paul, I'm taking a week long vacation. Yeah. Oh and yeah. Can you get me a plane to Pokarov, Russia?"

*Mallory's POV*

"(525) 371-2781 (525) 371-2781 (525) 371-2781. . ." "What are you talking about, girl?" One of the men asked me. " No one." "Liar." A man came in waving his phone. "Natalie Hughes. She lives at 811 North Berliyn Avenue, in this little town here." He squinted at the screen. "Ah yes. In the US." the man grinned wickedly at me. "SHE'S DEAD."