love by chance - a one direction fan fic

After Midnight

We waved goodbye to the boys, and were just walking back to Emily's car when she froze.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Damn! I told Dan I'd meet him tonight to discuss the article! Soo sorry Jess but I can't miss this oportunity, will you be okay going back on your own? Just get the bus or a cab or something. Sorry!!"

I'd forgotten about that until then. I should probably explain. Emily wants to be a jounalist when she's older and The Sun are thinking of putting one fo her articles she's written in their paper. And she was meant to go and meet this guy Dan tonight, who puts the papers together and does all that stuff. It's annoying, but it would be really mean of me to make her miss something that matters so much to her. I sighed.

"Don't worry, Em I'll be okay,"

"Thankyou sooooo much Jess!" she said relieved, but I could sense a pang of guilt in her voice. She pulled me into a quick tight hug.

"See you later, okay?" she was starting to sound concerned as she got into her car and turned the key, making it jolt into life. "And thanks again for saving my neck!" she shouted above the wind as she drove off.

This sucks. I checked the time on my blackberry. Past midnight already! I was glad I was wearing a big hoodie though. I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and inside it and tried to forget about the freezing cold air nipping at me. I could feel the thousands of goose bumps forming on my arms, but I just kept moving. 

It was really dark now and practically no one was around. Call me squeamish, but I kinda don't really like being alone in the dark after midnight on the streets of london...

I kept checking my phone. 12:10. 12:11. 12:12. 12:13. 12:13. 12:13. while it felt like hours had gone by, I'd really been checking three times a minute. Great. I don't believe in ghosts or anything, but I'm pretty sure murderers and terrorists do exist. Shut up! I tell myself. Why am I being so stupid? I mean, what are the chances of some stranger coming up to me and doing something bad? Not huge. However, as much as I try to reassure myself, I just end up getting myself more and more terrified. I try to picture something to calm me down, and instantly Harry pops into my thoughts and my heart rate drops. I breathe in and then out, slowly. But everything was starting to go dizzy. Just concentrate on your breathing, I say. Just.. concentrate...

Suddenly I felt a cold, bony hand on my shoulder and literally screamed. I swivelled around, punching the stranger right in the nose.

"What the hell?!" a muffled voice asked, astounded. But it was still a stranger's voice.

"Wh-wh-what do you want?" I manage to stammer, petrified. "Take my money! Take my phone! Take everything!!" I splurted out, bursting into tears. I felt the precense of someone behind me. I tensed up, even though I already knew they were there. 

"Miss, I was just wondering if you were lost, because you look it. I found you lying at the side of the pavement unconscious" Damn I must've passed out. "Anyway miss, I'm a taxi driver and I was wondering if you wanted a lift home." As my eyes grew accustomed to the dark, I looked at this mysterious stranger. He was holding his nose and I saw a trickle of red escaping from under his cupped hands.

"Sorry for...err.... punching you," I managed to say.

"No worries, miss. So, come on, get in and I'll give you a lift home."

Should I get in or should I not? I was desperate for a way to get home other than walking and besides I was completely lost, but could I trust this stranger? For god's sake Jess, he's a frickingg taxi driver!! I tell myself. But then again, mum has always warned me not to get in black taxis on my own..

"Okay" Where the hell did that come from??!! But it was too late for anymore mental debate. He had opened the door and it would look stupid if I changed my mind now. So I climbed in and prayed I had made the right choice.

I checked my phone.

One new message

From: <3 Hazza <3 

I clicked on open, and read it.

Hey beautiful, hope you're home ok? Text or call me if you need anything or if something is wrong. Missing you already - can we meet up again soon? Sleep well and hope my text didn't wake you :) Love your Hazza xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I smiled at the text, but soon the smile was wiped off my face when i realised something. The cab driver had just turned the wrong way.

"Excuse me, but my house is that way" i said pointing in the other direction. "Wait, did I even tell you where to go?"

"Don't worry sweet, I know exactly where I'm going," He said with a overly sweet voice, winking at me in the mirror. Ok, this was really starting to freak me out. A shiver ran up my spine. This guy was purposely taking me away from my house. He knew exactly where he was going. But the problem was, I had no idea.

i quickly tried to decide what to do. Do I stay in the car? But I was pretty sure he was kidnapping me now so that was a bad idea. But jumping out when it's still moving could be really dangerous. I could really hurt myself. But surely nothing could be worse than this....

I had made up my mind. When I didn't think he was looking, I grabbed the handle and desperatly tried to pull it to open the door. With no success. And now he had noticed.

"Oh, did I forget to mention? The doors are child locked. So you can't escape" he gave me the most horrible smile, and it was at this point that I saw he had hardly any teeth, and the ones he did have were yellowing and falling out. 

I quickly took out my phone when he wasn't looking and scrolled through my contacts, trying to decide what to do. Who did I most want to text right now? That was easy. I clicked on Harry's name. But what do I say? Do I tell him I'm being kidnapped in a black cab? But how would he ever find me? It would be impossible. And after all the prank calls, the police would think it was a practical wind-up if i'm involved. Stupid calls! I was angry now. Angry at Emily. Angry at myself for not thinking. Why did I have to be so stupid?!!! I decided not to worry him, seeing as there was nothing he could do. I was just about to start texting him, when I changed my mind and pressed call. What was I doing? I knew he would be able to tell from my voice that something was wrong, but if my life was going to end right here, right now, I needed to hear his voice just one more time.

I considered hanging up as it rung. I had thought he wouldn't pick up, but after two rings a husky voice answered at the other end, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Babe? Are you ok? Is there anything wrong? What's wrong? Can I help? Tell me what it is, I'll sort it out" 

I knew I'd been right. I hadn't even spoken yet and already he could tell something wasn't right. If only he knew.

It was so sweet that he cared so much. I could hear the worry in his voice. But I didn't want him to know I was crying. So I took a deep breath, and replied.

"N-n-n-nothing's wrong, Harry. I-I just wanted y-you t-t-to know that I.. I... I love you. Y-y-you mean the w-world to m-m-me and if this is the l-l-last time I..I ever h-hear y-your voice I want y-you to know th-that.. " here i took a deep breath "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and if it all ends here.." suddenly I let out a sob and burst into tears.

"Jess? Sweetie? What's wrong? What is it? Tell me, i can help,"

But I knew he couldn't.

"Goodbye Harry," I sobbed, and with that, I hung up.