Three Way Relationship

12-It Doesn't End Well

Niall's POV

We sat at Louisiana's, smiling at each other.

Justin was telling Zayn and I what his thoughts were about Miley Cyrus.

It was interesting to hear him ramble how if he was straight, and single, she'd be the only girl he'd wanna have sex with.

Zayn and I just watched his rambling go on and on, while he seemed unfazed by our smirks and light chuckles.

He really could talk about absolute shit when given the chance.

"... Its not like she's a slut, but I can tell she's not a virgin. And how about that new song of hers? Wrecking Ball? Like seriously, that was totally about Liam Hensw- Now that I think about it I'd totally do Liam too... no offence to you guys, but you have to admit he's hot." Justin smiled, shoving a piece of schnitzel in his mouth.

"Justin, why are you so..." Zayn tried to find a word...

Justin raised a brow, confused.

"Why wont you stop talking?" I laughed.

Justin pouted, "Jeez... I won't talk then-"

"Justin," Zayn rolled his eyes, smiling, "You just seem so happy. We love it, but we just want to know why that is."

Justin blushed, laughing a little.

"So, what caused happy, hyper Justy?" I asked, licking my lips.

"I dunno... maybe its because I'm over the stupid hang over?" Justin shrugged, sipping his drink.

"Taught you not to sneak alcohol, though." Zayn smirked.

"Well.... yeah... but." Justin bit his lip.

"But nothing." I laughed.

Justin smiled.

I sighed, finishing off my steak and gravy.

I was still hungry...

I glanced at Zayn's plate, he had salad and shit that looked really un-appetizing.

I then looked to my left, licking my lips at the sight of Justin's chicken schnitzel.

It had parmesan cheese and pizza sauce on it, making my mouth water. I looked to Justin, smirking when I noticed he was reading some piece of paper, not even looking at his food.

I leant over, cutting a bit of the schnitzel off and shoving it in my mouth.

"Saw that." Justin looked at me, chuckling.

I smiled innocently, "No clue to what you're talking about."

"There's bits of cheese stuck to your teeth." Justin smirked.

I widened my eyes, licking my teeth quickly.

"I have to pee. Be right back." Justin stood up, kissing mine and Zayn's cheek and rushing towards the bathroom.

"Okay, need to discuss a private matter with you." Zayn turned to me.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

"I have an idea on what we could get Justin." Zayn smiled.

I smiled widely, "Omg, what?"

"A guitar." Zayn smiled.

"acoustic, like mine?" I asked, excitedly.

"Yeah, I've noticed he really feels left out when the lads come over and we have a music night. Plus, he is always picking up your guitar while we're busy, and he plays it rather well." Zayn sighed.

"I've noticed too. He won't admit it, but he loves music just as much as we do." I chuckled.

Just then, Justin returned to the table, sporting a grin.

"Smell my hand-"

"Ew no." I cringed.

"No, I washed them, they smell like lavender." Justin laughed, sniffing his own hands.

Zayn and I laughed.

Justin's POV

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We were now walking home, and I was leading the way, telling Niall and Zayn why its not okay to diss me.

They of course were laughing at me, but I couldn't care less.

I knew I was talking crap, but their laughter was honestly music to my ears.

"Justin, dont go so close to the road, babe."  Zayn warned.

I rolled my eyes, "Like I'm gonna get run over." I mumbled.

I kicked a rock, glancing behind me at my sexy boyfriends, liking the view of them chatting about something.

I licked my lips, raising a brow.

Why are they so secretive?

Must be discussing Christmas or something.

Talk about treating me like a kid, they never let me discuss Christmas presents, sure I was allowed to go buy them a gift each, but they always tried to make Christmas day special for me.

I don't know why they treat me like a baby.

Maybe they have some kind of fetish.

I chuckled to myself.

I turned to glance back at them again, smiling at the two rolling their eyes at each other.

I heard a screeching tire right beside me.

Zayn and Niall snapped their eyes in my direction.

Before I could process what was happening, I felt myself being dragged.

I went to scream, but my mouth was covered.

"JUSTIN! LET HIM GO-" Zayn's voice was cut off when I was pulled into a vehicle, and the door was slammed behind me.

The vehicle jerked forward, and by then I had come to realize I'd just been fucking kidnapped.

What the actual fuck!?

"You're gonna be fucked up, you little bitch." A deep voice snickered in my ear, earning laughs from a few other people.

Some bag was then placed over my head, making everything dark.

I tried to squirm, but no use, because they were bounding my feet and hands.

Holy shit, holy fucking shit.

Author's Note; Here's the next chapter!

omfg Justin's been kidnapped cx

got this idea from an amazing reader, and the chapter before this was also from a fantastic reader. 

So, here are my Q's for this chapter!

1-What do you think these people are going to do to Justin?

2-How do You think Niall and Zayn will be reacting?

3-What do you think will end up happening? will Justin be rescued?

Vote, review? x