Destiny Awaits: A One Direction Fan Fiction [On Hold]

Chapter 17- How To Save A Life

Chapter 17

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I wasn't sure how I was supposed to talk to him. The thing was, when it came to important things, I preferred a real conversation as opposed to texting, or in this case, using twitter. The only problem was the boys were hundreds of kilometers away, on their way to Australia. Harry probably won't get my message for hours at least.

Before I answered, I tweeted "Safe flight to @Harry_Styles @zaynmalik @Real_Liam_Payne @Louis_Tomlinson & @NiallOfficial xox" because even if things had gone badly, I wanted to be polite and nice. I clicked on each of the boys' profiles, a bit taken aback to see that they were all still following me. Danielle and Eleanor were also following me. I was glad, and I thought that maybe this meant we could all stay friends. It almost hurt to think about it that way though; I would be heartbroken if this was not the case. I couldn't get my hopes us. Nothing was for certain.

My interactions were blowing up again, and I sighed. I can't imagine what it would be like to have this sort of attention all the time. I suddenly had sympathy for all of the celebrities that still managed to follow their fans and reply to them all of the time. It was a lot harder than it sounded, that was for sure.

I sat there, thinking again about the DM, until the absolute perfect idea just hit me.

"Do you have Skype? Add me, OnikaK and we'll talk there"

If he wanted to talk, we would have to do it face to face, even if he was on the other side of the planet. Satisfied, I patiently waited for his reply. I knew it wouldn't happen; I knew he was on some private jet somewhere, in the air with the rest of the boys, on their way to beautiful Austrailia. But I waited all the same. I was afraid to admit how I felt to myself, that I had deep feelings for Harry, and that what had happened had hurt me a lot more than I had let on. That I missed his deep voice in my ear, his reassuring touch around my hands. This reply would be the only thing that I'd have, proving that I had actually experienced this. I wanted it to become part of my reality again. And so I waited in vain, falling asleep in front of my glowing screen, desperately waiting for a sign that it hadn't all just been a dream.

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My dreamless sleeping patterns were not continued, as I dreamt about Wisteria. We were in the house where we had been tied up, and Harry was tied to his chair in the middle of the room. The leader came up to him, smiling cruelly, and started to punch him in the face. I kept screaming; that's all I could do, scream continuously, and I was crying hysterically as I watched Harry get beat up. Blood was gushing out of a cut on his cheek, and he had a black eye.

"Onika" he managed to get out, before he slumped over in his chair.

"He's useless to us now" the leader said in disgust, and he motioned another of his group members over. I heard him load his gun, and the leader walked over to me, smirking. He grabbed my face harshly in his beefy hands.

"Look Onika. Was it really worth it to get away?" he whispered into my ear. I was struggling under his grasp, shaking the chair. He laughed softly into my ear.

"You thought you were special, didn't you?" he asked, and I shook my head furiously, tears of terror streaming down my face.

"Didn't you!" he yelled at me, slapping me across my face, leaving my eyes swimming.

"Let me tell you something, sweetheart" he said, spitting at my feet.

"You're not" he said, flashing me a set of yellow teeth. He nodded to his friend, who pulled the trigger.

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I woke up screaming, real tears soaking my pillows. I heard loud footsteps on the staircase, and saw my Mom rush into my room.