Credit to: Narrystwerkstar
Niall:
A groan slipped from your lips as pain spread through your head. You brought your hand up and gasped once you felt the huge lump on your head. You slowly opened your eyes and winced once you noticed a bright light above you. You let your eyes adjust and slowly looked around the room, fear spreading through you once you realized you were tied to a bed. You wiggled your arms and a smile made its way on your lips when you felt that it was loose. You quickly starting wiggling your wrist to get your hand out. You wiggled and wiggled until your left hand finally came out. You reached over and quickly untied the other one before standing up. You immediately felt dizzy and you stumbled over to the window. You looked down and noticed you were on the second floor of the house. Different emotions flooded your body and you held back the sob that was threatening to spill out. You stumbled over to the door and were about to open it when you heard a door slam from downstairs. Panic filled you and you glanced around the room. “I’m home! Are you ready for me?!” A rough, male, voice taunted, a sick laugh coming from him. Your breathing quickened and you ran over to the window. Without even thinking you opened it and swung your legs over. The mans voice got closer, but was still distant. You muttered a quick prayer and jumped from the window. Wind whipped in your eyes and you held back the loud scream that was pushing itself against your lips. You landed on your feet and crumpled to the ground when a sharp pain spread through your ankle . You quickly got up and ran into the roods, tears running down your cheeks as the pain became unbearable. You stopped once you reached the woods and slumped down against a tree. You looked down at your ankle and sighed in relief once you noticed it wasn’t broken. You massaged it for a while and sat, wincing when the man let out a scream. Suddenly everything was quiet and you hoisted yourself up. You peeped around the corner and nearly screamed once you noticed the man standing on his porch. He glanced over towards the woods and smirked. You didn’t even wait for his next move before you took off. You ran and ran, getting more and more exhausted as time went on. Eventually you ended up on a road and after looking around you noticed it was near about 30 minutes away from you and Louis’ flat. Tears of happiness rolled down your cheeks and you quickly limped down the streets. Praying the man wouldn’t catch up with you and that the long walk to your house would be quick.
Louis:
You glanced over at the man who kidnapped you. His innocent, and slightly cute, face now resembled something straight from the depths of Hell. The crazy look in his eyes scared you and you quickly looked away from him. If you weren’t the one being kidnapped you would laugh at the situation you were in. The man didn’t tie you up, force you to do anything, or any of that. All he did was stare at you. His eyes never left your face and you were convinced he was a psychopath. And that’s why you had a plan. You looked over at him and gave him a smile. He gave you a smile back and it took everything in you not to scream at how evil it looked. It reminded you of the Grinch when he smirked and you were beyond freaked out. But you held all of this in and walked over to him. “May I use the bathroom?” A slow, strangled laugh came from him and he nodded at you, his eyes filled with so much love and admiration. You forced out a smile and thanked him. You walked outside, feeling his eyes following you. You closed the door and tiptoed to the bathroom. You opened that door and slammed it to make it seem like you went in. You counted to five and slowly tiptoed down the stairs. You made it to the last one before looking back up at the room door he was in. It remained closed and you sprinted over to the front door, flung it open, and ran. You ran as hard as you could, jumping and dodging things like you were in a action movie. After a while you got to a gas station and went inside. You walked up to the front desk, wheezing. “Are you okay darling?” the cashier asked you, staring at you with a concerned look. “Yeah i’m fine, thank you. You dug in your pocket for some change, checking the door every few seconds to make sure he wasn’t following you. You finally got your change and went outside to call the police.
