What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter Twenty Five

Ross stepped forward, grinning as the two other men stepped inside, closing the door. I stepped back, squeezing Niall's hand. Yet he seeemed half bothered and half unbothered. 

'So. Where you been?' Ross had a slight Irish accent, but with a twist of Manchester. His hair was short and it looked like Louis'. 

'Here.' Niall spat out the short word in Ross' direction. Ross just raised his eyebrow and grinned again. 

'Lovely. I haven't seen you for eight years. Time flies, isn't that right, Nialler?' 

'Nobody noticed then?' Niall scowled. 

'Noticed what?' 

'That you're a murderer.' Niall released my hand and pushed me back. 

'You mean Bea? That's funny that you remember that.' Ross stared Niall in the eyes then nodded his head towards me. 

'Who's the bird?' I frowned, stepping forward but Niall stopped me. 

'Leave her alone.' 

'Ah chill. She's hot though. She a good kisser?' Ross leapt out and grabbed my arm pulling me forward before Niall had the chance to pull me back. 

'Stop!' He shouted. Ross pushed me behind him. He smelt horribly of mud and sweat. He kept a firm grip of my wrist, squeezing everytime Niall stepped forward. This must have been how it felt for his girlfriend. Bea. 

'Don't hurt her.' Niall took a step back, letting Ross soften his grip. 

'Why would I? Just because I killed Bea? Nobody found out. How many people do you think would find out if I killed your little girlfriend?'

'You're not touching her..' I saw Niall squeeze his hand into a fist.

'Now now. Control your anger. Now what's your name, sweetie?' Ross turned to me. I turned to Niall and he shook his head fiercely at me. 

'Keep out of it.' Ross pointed at Niall without turning his head. 

'Now tell me your name.' I kept quiet, but his navy blue eyes peireced mine. Despite his personality being awful, he was quite good looking. 

'Don't!' Niall shouted. But Ross tightened his grip once again. I curled over. 

'Carrie.' I choked. He let go and I stood up, rubbing my wrist. 

'Don't take it out on her, Ross. This isn't her fight.' 

'You shouldn't have said that, Niall.' Ross walked over his hand curled into a fist and punched Niall in the stomach. Niall screamed out, grabbing his stomach and fell to the floor. I called out his name. I was about to run to him but Ross pulled me back. He pulled me to face him and we appeared nose to nose. He lifted up his top to reveal a small pistol lying on his chest. A tear rolled down my face. 

'Please don't.' I whispered. Ross just smiled. He pulled me through the door, past Niall who was still clutching his stomach. Ross dragged me passed the cars that were lining up to go into the tip. We soon came to a large landrover that was parked round the corner. Ross pushed me in the car, locking the door. I tried to climb towards his door and run out before he got there, but I was too late. He pushed me back and I cascaded into the door, hitting my head. I didn't pass out luckily, but I knew I had to be careful. 

I pushed myself into the corner as Ross drove through the town. He turned to me and I looked up, my eyes feeling red and puffy. 

'Don't cry, baby. You'll love this...' We stopped outside a small flat. It looked extremely abandoned and dirty. Suddenly phone buzzed in my pocket as Ross climbed out the car. It was Beth. 

Me and the girls miss you. Where the hell are you? Haven't seen you for so long! -Beth xo

Then Ellie and Roos sent me a text. Ross was walking in front, so he didn't see me pull out my phone. 

You up for the Trafford Centre later? (: -Roos

Flora just text me asking where you were. Everything okay, love? -Ellie xo

I couldn't reply to any of the texts as Ross switched his head round. Maybe the smart thing to do would be to run away. But the fact that I had no idea where I was, made it hard to have a clue where to walk to. So I had no choice but to follow Ross. He pulled me in quickly, and locked the door. He threw the keys on top of a bookshelf. Baring in mind that I was too short to reach the keys. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me through to a room. It was a small room, but it had a large bed and wardrobe. He threw me on the bed and started unbuttoing his shirt. 

'Please don't.' I started cry, tears rolling down my face. He carried on so I leapt off the bed. Ross pulled me back and pressed his lips against mine.