Code Black (N.S)

45.

Niall's POV

I groaned as I eventually regained consciousness. My head ached and I knew something had hit it when I passed out. I could feel some sort of warm liquid dripping from my head, which I assumed was probably blood.

My mind was hazy. I couldn't think straight and it felt as though I had been drugged. The air felt cold around me and I could see there was no light through my eyelids. I remembered trying to go to Harry's house in attempts to fix things, though not getting far enough to actually see him, which led to seeing Ryan.

I opened my eyes, blinking until the blurriness had faded to see that I was in what seemed to be a basement. It was dark but I could kind of see around me. I could see that the room was basically empty. There was only one door, which was most likely locked.

I tried to stand up but I was immediately pulled back down. I looked down to see I was tied to a chair. I began to struggle against the ropes, trying desperately to break free from the chair but I only ended up cutting my wrists on the tough rope. Blood dripped from the wounds that I had unintentionally created, making me let out a pained sigh and stop struggling, realising that it was pointless.

I couldn't hear anything throughout what I assumed to be a house. I had no idea where I was, I could have been anywhere. I knew that Ryan wasn't there with me, wherever I was, seeing as though there was no trace of noise, other than my now rapid breathing. 

My heart was beating quickly inside my chest and I felt sick in fear. I was worried that he would come in at any moment. There would be nothing I could do to stop him.

He had found me. 

I wanted to try and remain strong in this situation but I couldn't. My biggest nightmare was happening. I had been taken by some crazy guy who could do whatever he wanted with me. I was locked and tied up in a random basement and the one person that I cared about the most now hated me. I had every right to be weak.

A single sob was only the beginning and soon enough I was full on crying, small sobs leaving me as tears burned down my face. I continued to struggle against the ropes, whimpering and hoping that it was all a dream and I was going to wake up soon.

If I ever got to see Harry again, I wanted to tell him that I didn't blame him for being over-dramatic. That I loved him regardless.

The door suddenly opened, light flooding inside and I came face to face with Ryan. He had a deadly smirk on his face, which made me visibly shiver in my restraints.

"It's good to see you again," he said smugly, his evil eyes lighting up.

"Wish I-I could say the same about you," I muttered under my breath. I hadn't intended for him to hear me but I guessed that I had said it louder than I thought I did because I quickly felt a sharp slap to my face.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice was now laced with anger and hostility, rather than the false sweetness he had given me once he had entered the room.

"N-nothing," I mumbled, looking down at the floor, hoping to avoid his angry gaze.

"That's what I thought. Now while I have the chance, I want to have some fun with you," he said, the smirk had reappeared when he spoke.

He placed his hand on my thigh, incredibly close to my crotch.

"No, p-please," I said loudly. "G-get your fucking h-hands off of me," I continued, tears pooling in my eyes.

"You might want to be careful of what you say to me. Your life is in my hands now. Or should I maybe do something to someone else. How about your friend Liam? Would that hurt you enough?" he snapped coldly.