Kidnapped [Narry] || Editing

Chapter 1

Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn had a few weeks off due to their tour ending the other day. They were grateful for a break, as they were all exhausted from rehearsals and concerts and everything else that came along with international fame.

Niall was sat alone in his room, strumming his guitar and singing one of their older songs, More Than This from the Up All Night album. It had always been one of his favorite songs, and, in a way, he could relate to it.

"If I'm louder, would you see me?

Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me?

'Cause we are, the same.

You save me.

When you leave it's-"

"Niall," Harry popped his head through the crack he'd just opened in Niall's door, which the blonde boy thought he'd locked. "we're all going grocery shopping. We've put it off for too long. Are you coming?"

"Erm, no." Niall said, his fingers tightening around the strings to silence them. "I think I'll practice my guitar a little more."

"But you're already perfect at it," Harry whined, jutting his bottom lip out in an adorable pout, hoping that would guilt Niall into coming with them. "Come on, please?" 

"Harry, I wanna stay home." Niall sighed, his shoulders dropping. "I didn't get much sleep last night. I'll see you in a bit, yeah?"

"Alright, fine. Bye babes." Harry said, blowing Niall a kiss. Niall smiled, pretending to catch it and shove it dramatically into his heart. Harry smirked, closed the door, and walked away.

Harry and Niall were best friends, they pulled stunts like that all the time. Niall wished they were more, but somehow he knew that would never happen.

He never told anyone his feelings for Harry. Somewhere inside him he wondered if anyone ever noticed. He wondered if he should tell Harry, how the curly-haired boy would react, how he felt about Niall. Did Harry ever imagine them being more than just friends, like Niall did? Did Harry ever imagine what his lips were like, like Niall did? Did he ever wonder how Niall felt about him?

Niall didn't know how long he was staring into space, but he knew the guys were gone by now, and he knew he hadn't been spacing out long enough for them to have left, gone shopping, and come back.

So, when he heard a crash downstairs, he frowned. His heart beat picked up, but he was only nervous. He didn't think he was scared yet.

"Hello?" Niall called. Another crash. Niall was growing scared now. Who could be in the house? They didn't have any animals, he doesn't remember anybody calling to say they were coming over, and he didn't think enough time had passed for the guys to be back already. Was it a crazy fan? A friend or family member dropping by unexpectedly? Did one of the guys come back to be with Niall, because Harry told them he wasn't feeling well?

"Hello?" Niall called again. He left his room slowly, leaving his guitar on his bed. A black glove clamped over his mouth, an arm wrapping around his waist. Niall's heart stopped for a moment and he screamed, the yelp of shock muffled by the gloved hand over his mouth.

"Horan, you'll quiet yourself now." A voice said calmly. "Cooperate with me, and I won't hurt you. Play dirty, you'll be hurt real, real bad."

Niall, once again, screamed against the hand. The man tightened his grip around Niall's waist, probably leaving a few bruises where his fingers were placed.

"Sssshhhh. I won't hurt you if you cooperate." The gruff voice said, his hot breath hitting Niall's ear uncomfortably. "Come with me, I hear you're worth a lot."

The man began dragging Niall out of the house, and Niall could do nothing but stand in his arms, hardly able to walk with the man in this position. He didn't try fighting, not wanting to get hurt.

The man's hand left Niall's waist as he reached out to open the door, but Niall didn't try to break free. He wasn't a quick runner and he knew he'd be caught again. There was no point in fighting this man. He was dangerous.

He was dragged outside and thrown into the back seat of a car, onto another person's lap. He didn't get to see their face before they put a cloth over his eyes, tying it behind his head. They tied his wrists behind his back and his ankles together. A cloth was shoved in his his mouth and held there tightly so he couldn't scream. In fact, he could hardly breathe.

Niall wondered when they would do to him. Beat him? Kill him? Starve him? Torture him? Whatever way it went, Niall knew he was screwed.

He wished he'd gone shopping, now, as the first tear fell from his eye.