Hostages

eighteen

- Niall -

What. The. Hell.

No. This can not be happening. No way. I don't believe it. Not to Louis. Not here. Not now. Everything is ruined, damn it! It shouldn't have been Louis. Louis shouldn't be the one dead. It should have been that prissy princess that has now run off. Liam chased after her. I was going too but I'm giving up on her now. And to believe that I was actually starting to like her.

I don't know what it was about Andrea that made me attracted to her so fast, but it happened and I'm starting to regret it did. At first, I didn't like Andrea. I thought she was a fake, telling us lies to try and get us kidnapped. I thought she was trying to be smart with us and get us kidnapped and abducted. She seemed like she was doing a pretty good job on it. That was until called her out on it.

But then I had a moment of clarity.

If Andrea really did want to kidnap us, she would have done it the moment we stepped into the house. If she really wanted us to be the news story of the year, she would have done it the minute she saw us. That's why I wanted to run when she came back and found me alone. Then she showed the medallion and I looked her in the eye and instantly knew she was telling the truth. I felt like a complete asshole. When we got back to the bus and she was explaining to us everything about Will and her mother, I finally started to see a little more about this mysterious girl. A girl with an open mind, determination, and a caring heart. I saw what Louis saw.

I started to want Andrea. Even though I had only known her for the two hours of meeting her, I wanted her. I wanted to call her mine. I wanted to share stories with her. I wanted to show her off. I wanted to laugh with her, cry with her, argue with her. I wanted to start living life with her.

But the minute Will dragged Louis out of that barn, I wanted her to be there. I wanted her to be in Louis' place. She was supposed to be in Louis' place. Louis actually has something in life. He has a dream and a career. Andrea, no one would even notice if she left. I know I'm sounding like a complete dick right now but it's the truth. Louis is a somebody. Louis is someone I know and I actually like. Andrea was a nothing that I had a tiny itty bitty crush on for not even a day. Big woop.

We were all sitting in the waiting room at the hospital. The doctors wheeled Louis in an ambulance and took him away twenty minutes before we got here. Liam returned back to the property with Andrea and I couldn't even stand to look at her. The doctors and paramedics looked her over, but she was alright. Just a tissue-damaged shin and a couple bruises.

I was standing at the blank, chilled wall, leaning against it. It was quiet in the waiting room since no one was here. Police asked everyone to evacuate so we could have a little bit of privacy. There's been reporters all over the place already. It really annoys me at how fast gossip spreads around.

I glanced around at the others. The other lads were all parked on the couch. Harry had his elbows propped up on his knees with his face buried in the palm of his hands. He's been shedding a tear every once in a while, but you could see he didn't want to cry in front of us. Zayn was leaned up against the back of the couch. His legs were spread in front of him. He was shaking a leg. He normally does that to calm his nerves. Liam was looking around frantically every five minutes. You could see the desperation in his eyes. Andrea was up, pacing back and forth across the room. She stopped crying, obviously out of tears now, but she looked stressed beyond belief.

"I'm going to the loo," Harry announces, standing up. His eyes were puffy and red. He needed to actually let it all out now. I watched his retreating back rush down the hallway towards the restroom.

When he left, not that it mattered, I spoke, "This is all your fault, you know." I directed at Andrea. She continued her pacing, and didn't even look at me.