1D Preferences and Imagines

You Get/Almost Are Kidnapped-Niall

Niall: Niall's POV

I miss Y/n so much. She'd gotten kidnapped 2 weeks ago. The second I heard the news, I....I...I...I

*flashback*

Just after we'd gotten off the stage at a concert in Australia, my phone buzzes. "Hello?" "Is this Niall Horan?" I blink and say, "Yeah??" "I'm sorry, sir." I'm completely confused by now. "I'm sorry about what?" I answer. "Your girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, has been kidnapped. We are currently having everyone we can pull searching for her." I sit down with a thump. Y/n.... kidnapped. Stuttering, I hang up. My expression is one of pure sadness. "Hey Niall.... what's wrong?" asks Liam. I try to keep the tears from flowing, but that doesn't work. As I respond, they flow down my face. "Y/n... she.... she got kidnapped." I look up and break down.

*end flashback*

My phone buzzes, and I pick up, "Hello?" "Niall? We've found a possible location for your girlfriend. If you wish, bring the band and we can get the results to you sooner. The address is...(insert random address here)," says the caller. "Great. We'll be there as soon as we can."

I run into the kitchen and say, "Guys. Come on we have to go. They might have found Y/n." We're ready to go in less than ten minutes.

Your POV

You groan and open your eyes. The room you're tied up in is completely dark. You shift, a whimper escaping your lips when the ropes around your wrists dig into your delicate skin. The door slams open, your kidnapper walking in and taking your bruised jaw tightly in his grasp. He sneers at you and releases your jaw, sending your weak and bruised body flying into the wall. He repeats this several times. He snarls and drags you into a corner, just as faraway shouts are heard. "Police! Come out with your hands up!" Your kidnapper slams the door and leaves you there. Your head is spinning and you are growing dizzy. You aren't sure how much time has passed before several police officers barge in and notice you. Your eyes are wide with fear, and you're shaking. An officer kneels in front of you, freeing you from the ropes, and softly asking, "Are you Y/n Y/l/n?" You nod gratefully, as the officer scoops you up.

Several long minutes later, you emerge into the sunlight. You wince, having not been outdoors for the past two weeks. After your eyes have adjusted, you notice a black Range Rover is parked several yards away. Several young men are clustered around the hood, a couple on their phones. The officer begins heading in that direction, calling out, "Niall? We found your girlfriend." Suddenly, you are being placed in your boyfriend's arms.

Niall's POV

The second that I hear the officer's call, I run over and gently pull Y/n into my arms. I kiss her passionately, then begin to take in her appearance. Her clothes are slightly torn, and her body is severely bruised. I whisper against her skin, "I'll always be here Princess. I always will." Y/n looks up at me, her eyes starting to fill with tears. "Niall," she whispers, "I'm scared that I'll get kidnapped again."

"Well," I begin, "I have a solution for that. You'll be coming with me and the boys when we are tour." Y/n looks up at me sleepily, closing her eyes and nuzzling her head against my chest. I gently kiss her forehead, whispering "It's okay, Princess. I'll be here when you wake up. Just get some rest, yeah?" Half asleep already, she blinks and murmurs against my shirt, "Yeah."