Lost

Chapter 82 : "Snatched"

*Mild trigger warning*: harrassment and assault

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Claire hummed a tune as she collected her books for the next day. She was deleting a few reminders on her phone when it beeped with a text. She smiled, expecting a text from her brother to update her on his progress with Salma. However, her smile turned into a frown realizing the text was from Lena. Claire quickly read the invitation to another party and declined the offer.

Before turning back to her work, she composed a quick text to her brother and hit send.

*Claire: Hey, how's it going so far? :P

*Claire: Hope she hasn't killed you already x'D

Chuckling to herself, she reread their conversation from earlier.

*Claire: The power will be down a minute after she's out of the lab. Mission 'Woo the Bee' is a go😏.

*Zayn: Stop calling it that!

Then five minutes of silence later.

*Claire: How's it going bro👀?

*Claire: Zayn?

*Claire: Zaynnnnnn?

*Zayn: Will you stop it!

*Claire: Dude, chill out. With a temper like yours, you'll end up killing her if she says 'no'🙄.

*Zayn: Replace the '-ll' with '-ss' and that's what I plan on doing to her lol

*Claire: Damn right bro. She'll be the one killing you after you try kissing her🤭.

*Zayn: She's out of the lab. Cut the power.

*Claire: Ahhh, is it too early to say R.I.P?

*Zayn: 🤬

*Claire: Sorry, sorry. Power's going down. Good Luck. Avoid the 'Ls'!🤣😘

Claire laughed as she walked into the kitchen with her books in hand. Placing the them on the counter, she reached up into the cabinet where she had hidden the last box of Mrs. Jackson's - their neighbour's - freshly baked cookies from Niall .

She stretched her hand towards the back of the small space but the box was missing. Claire frowned, standing on her toes to get a better look. She sank back to her heels and turned her face towards the door.

"Niall! Have you seen Mrs. -"

Claire cut short abruptly when her phone started to ring. Her brow furrowed with confusion to see the number. She picked it up.

"Hello?"

Claire paled and her mouth dropped open.

"No! Oh dear God, no!" Claire muttered frantically.

Cutting the call, she made a run out of the kitchen and straight upstairs.

"Niall!" Claire yelled, her voice frantic while she knocked on his door non-stop, "Niall! Open up!"

The door flung open revealing a startled looking Niall.

"What happened?!" He asked in alarm, "Are you okay?! Did something -"

"I-I'm fine! Nothing happened to me, It's Zayn!"

"Zayn? - What happ-"

She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out as she explained.