My Aunty Is 1D's Stylist *Complete* [Editing]

Chapter 42| Took my breathe away

Chapter 43| Took my breathe away

Sobs.

That's all you could hear we're the sounds of my sobs bouncing off the concert walls of this caged room I was stuck in. I couldn't sleep either, image's of Josh would come flooding back inside my head. I couldn't even look Niall in the eyes anymore. I didn't want to see the pity and sadness.

I don't know how long we've been kidnapped. I lost track about a week, and now, well I don't even know. It could weeks.

I felt the cold metal chain connect to my ankle on my left foot. My hands were free and I've been rubbing them from being sore.

I was on the same bed that gives me nightmares everything I close my eyes. My hair was hanging down covering my tears falling from my face.

Somehow I got enough courage to lift my head up wanting to see Niall. I did, but to see blackness hiding Niall's figure. I could only see the outlines of his figure that was hiding away in the shadows.

I swallowed hard, wanting to to talk badly but couldn't. My throat was so sore from the lack of water they've been giving us. It's like I've lost my voice. I wanted to scream! I wanted to speak to Niall wanting to know how's he feeling right now.

I opened my mouth to talk but the words weren't being able to come out. I was frustrated now. I squeezed my eyes shut and my hands were closing into tight fists that were gripping onto the bed sheets.

I couldn't talk. I decided to give up. I started to now cry. The sobs were filling in the silence that was in the room.

Sudden, the unexpected happened.

"Hazel, please, fucking stop crying." Niall pleads me, his voice was deep and raspy. I wanted to cry because for some reason I forgot what his voice sounded like.

I couldn't speak, so I obeyed him. I stopped crying and lifted my head up to see Niall moving to get into a more comfortable position. I just hummed, letting the vibration go through my throat.

"I'm s-sorry," I coughed out quickly, yet so quietly I doubt Niall ever heard me.

"It's not your fault. I feel so damn guilty that I didn't do something." Niall sighed bitterly.

I narrowed my eyes at him making the top of my forehead make small wrinkles in confusion. How the fuck was this his fault? He was tied to the damn chair the while time.

"I-I--," the words from my mouth failed and I just shut my mouth before I say something I shouldn't.

"I feel like something's going to happen. I know we're going to get out of here." Niall said and I couldn't say I heard the determination in his voice.

"I hope so..." I whispered quietly.

Silence.

After that small conversation between me and Niall was all we talked about.

Niall's words were replaying inside my head. We're we actually going to get out? Were we going to be rescued?

I couldn't help by crying again with tears slipping off my check one by one.

* * *

I could hear the muffle voices of Josh, Nancy, Taylor, Nick and Jim talking behind the other side of the wooden door.

My face was hidden behind my hair, but between the cracks I could see perfectly. Clearly I could see and hear the door nob turn slowly and the door flow opened.

All of them marched in like the Government of the U.S.A. All of their faces were holding a smug look on them. It disgusted me.

"Hello again," Josh smirked, again.