Direct {Harry Styles}

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"Allie we need to talk," Niall says, shaking me awake.

"What the fuck niall. It's almost two in the morning," I say checking the clock.

"We need to talk."

"Niall, I'm half asleep." I didn't feel like talking. He'll probably ask me about Jake and I'm not ready to talk about it.

"Please," I could see the desperation in his eyes.

"No, Niall. I'm going to bed. We can talk about it tomorrrow," I smiled and turned off my bedside lamp.

"Fine," He snapped and slammed the door to his room.

-

"Just be careful, dick" I could here voices in my room.

"Aw, Niall has a little crush!"

"Aw!" I could here different voices in the room. What the hell?

"She's like a little sister to me you pricks!" I could hear how angry Niall was.

"Whatever. It's time."

I could feel arms being wrapped around me and I jumped up, screamed, and scooted to the other end of the bed. Someone of the other side grapped me and pulled me out of bed. I was still screaming, so my holder put his hand over my mouth. I kept on squirming. I looked around the room. There were three guys, plus Niall, and one holding me. I kicked my holder really hard in the shin and his hands loosened. I quickly ran to Niall.

He wrapped his arms around me "Don't fight them, love. Neither of us are going to win this."

I shoved his chest "You know these people! You're not going to help me!" Another guy quickly covered my mouth. I looked up and saw Niall leaning against the wall. He had a straight face, but I could see the guilt flash through his eyes.

My holder pulled out a cloth and covered my mouth. I refused to breath in. "Breath," His voice was beyonded pissed. He grabbed my ass and I gasped, breathing in the chemicals.

The last thing I remember was glaring at my 'best friend' and darkness.

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