Prologue
It was a stormy night in 2028 when Caitlin and her best friend, Tommo, found themselves abducted by the man who Tommo had fallen in love with. They were thrown into a van and taken to a place neither of them had been to before: the abandoned office block that lay right at the very edge of the Irish city of Dublin. Separated from her best friend, Caitlin found herself tied to a chair where she was beaten with fists, feet, a wooden spoon, a riding crop, and various other things that caused her considerable pain, until she finally found herself unconscious.
When she woke, dazed and confused, she was no longer tied to that chair in that room in that place. She no longer had a man standing over her, beating her. She was lying alone on a mattress in a completely empty room, and the only thing she could remember about the night before was her name. She glanced at her arms and legs, and saw that they were covered in bruises that were growing more and more purple, and cuts so deep that it was a wonder she hadn't bled out and died.
The room had a door with two windows in it, and through those windows she could see a man who she thought she recognised. He had soft-looking brown hair and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen in her life. It took her a minute to remember his name before she found her voice and said it.
"Niall James Horan."
He was her idol from her teenage years, and he was right there on the other side of that door, older yet even more beautiful than he had been the last time she had seen his face, thirteen years before.
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FanfictionA young boy senses that something mysterious is going on in his home one stormy night. The next morning his uncle decides to investigate and finds a girl, beaten and weak from hunger, curled up on a mattress in his nephew's old room, to which they h...
