Totally Wrecked: One Direction fanfic

Niall's in the Chimney?!?!

A/N Ooooooo, cliffhanger on the last chap :) There are still more surprises to come......Mwahahahaha!

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Song for this chap:

You Found Me - The Fray

-Lexi J

Before I could react, the man quickly ran over and locked the door and the windows. I sat there dumbstruck. Did we just get......Kidnapped?

Harry and Niall both have the same expression. Mouth in a big "O", eyes bulged out, unable to speak or move.

"Don't you lay a hand on her!" Harry screams. My little knight in sweaty armor. "Oh no, I wouldn't dare harm a lady." He grabs Niall's arm, shoving him into a nearby chair. "These two however, are little punks." he pulls a roll of duct tape out of his pocket, and begins wrapping Niall's hands behind his back. Hot tears make they're way down my cheeks, dripping onto the ground below.

"Not a word from you two or shorty gets it!" My hand covers my mouth, praying the man won't hear my blubbering.

I have never been more terrified in my life. Everyone else I knew had some heartbreaking backstory, but I'be always been Lucky Lexi, never gets anything done to her. My parents never yell at me or ground me. I've never broken a bone. Heck, the most emotionally scarring thing that happened was my Grandmamamama dying. I cried for weeks. And now thinking about her adds more to my tears.

Harry attempts to take a step towards me. His Converse causes the floorboard to squeak. The man snaps his head around so fast, I'm surprised it didn't break.

"Don't......move!"

"But she's my-" Harry begins, but the man - (Who I nicknamed Jeffrey, you know like serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer. I think it suits him) - interrupts.

"Well, well. What do we have here? A couple of love birds." He pinches me cheek and I fight back the urge to bite his hand. "Now we can't have that. No no no."

"I'm scared." I mouth to Harry.

"I'll get us out." he mouths back.

"GIRL!" Jeffrey booms, "come here!"

"I don't really WANT to...." i mutter under my breath. My feet cross the floor, walking right up to the man. "Sit."

"Make me." Where did that come from? I guess watching all of those 48 Hours pays off.

"I said sit!"

"Why?"

"Because I said so!" he shouts.

"Now, we both know that's a horrible excuse......don't we?" I slyly reply. I think I like this new courage. Even I don't know what I'm going to say next.

He picks up the thing closest to him, a loose brick from the chimney. "Sit or Blondie gets it!"

As much as I want to keep going with the sarcasm, I won't allow Niall to get hurt. So I do what every damsel in distress does. Sits.

Duct tape wraps around my arms, "trapping" me. Little does Jeffrey know I can get out of ANYTHING. My mom hog tied me once, seeing how long it would take me. Took me 5 seconds, and my little sister couldn't even do it.

I work my fingers at the seam, tearing it bit by bit. I turn my head to the left. Oh no, not Harry. He was now also tied to a chair. And his poor hair was pushed back with a crude headband made from rope. His hair stuck out all over the top of his head- kind of like the statue of Liberty.

"I'm leaving to get some.....er....supplies. I'm locking all routes of escape, so if you would get loose you still couldn't get away. I'll be back in about half an hour." Jeffery snarls, slamming the door behind him.