a/n
Quick thing: I was listening to Pandora as I started this chapter and "The Only Reason" by 5sos came on, and I realized how far they have actually came since two years ago and I about cried.
Ow.
-Hope
Carmen
My vision was foggy and my head throbbed as I woke up, but I could tell I was moving. My senses slowly came back and I smelt old, worn leather and cigarettes, and possibly marijuana. I heard voices and faint music, but I couldn't make out the words of either. I realized that I was still tied up, the gag was still in my mouth, and I was laying on leather; about the length of the backseat of a car. My legs were bunched up in an uncomfortable way on the end of the seat. My vision was almost clear now, as a minute or so had passed as I realized everything. I could see the roof of a car. The voices had stopped speaking, but I could hear the radio fairly well now. It was playing classic rock; a familiar song, but I couldn't put my finger on who was singing or what the song was called.
Classic Rock.
I smiled faintly as I recalled the memories of me teasing Ashton about his habit of watching Supernatural, recalled by listening to classic rock.
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Ashton cracked a small smile. "You know, according to legends, souls tend to haunt their old lives and or buildings if they have unfinished business."
"You watch too much Supernatural." I said.
"Gotta do something when you're stuck in a hospital room." He said, smiling that adorable smile at me.
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"Hey," Zayn said, awaking me from my daydream. He took one hand off the wheel and hit the other man's shoulder. "Look who's awake."
My breath hitched in my throat. The other man had taken off his hood, but his hair was covered in a black beanie worn in all the wrong ways. I still couldn't tell who he was. "Good evening, sleeping beauty."
Evening? How could it be evening? Ashton and I left mid to late afternoon.
I must've been out for hours.
"Don't even think that guy's coming after you when he wakes up. He won't, if he even wakes up." Zayn said.
Even wakes up? Ashton... Ashton might be dead?
I started shaking, and I realized that I had loved him. I had loved the man that used to drive me crazy, and of course I had to realize this when I lost him.
But that isn't a first for me; I don't realize who I love before they're gone.
Zayn parked the car, and my heartbeat increased, if that's even possible. The two men got out of the car. Zayn opened the door beside my head, and the other was opened by the other man. His head was down; I still couldn't see who it was. He untied my feet, and as soon as they were free, I kicked him right under the jaw.
He made an oof type of sound, and backed away. Zayn growled, saying, "You're going to pay for that." Zayn dragged me out of what I now saw was a truck, and I fell into the dust. He picked me up by my tied arms, his hands gripping my forearms way too tightly.
What is it with men and their tight grips?
He pushed me forward, towards a barn type of building. It was secluded around it; I had no idea where we were, as I was out most of the drive and I couldn't see out of the windows from the position I was in. The paint was so faded and torn that I couldn't tell what color it was originally. It was clearly abandoned, left to be used by a series of criminals, hobos, hitchhikers, runaways... etc. Maybe even murderers now.
I was pushed into the building, into a room with countless bulletin boards full of papers and pictures, including the men, Ashton, and I. There were two tables, with two computers on each desk, that were shut down. They continued to lead me towards the wall, and I thought that they were going to shove me into it.
But instead, the other man stuck his finger into a hole that looked like it was there from the wall being worn down over time. He pulled, and a door popped out of the wall. I'm guessing that the wall had clear lines, but my vision was still sort of foggy, and I couldn't see them as I normally would.
They shoved me up the stairs, and it looked like an entrance to the loft. They looked empty from below, but really were a dark secluded area with a few bales of extremely old hay, and the floor was also covered in grasses and hay in few spots. Most of the floor was ancient wood.
They shoved me down on a bale of hay, and shut the door to the loft behind them. I heard them turn two locks.
I sighed, feeling the hopelessness of the situation.
"You alright?"
I jumped and looked around.
"Over here," The voice said again. "By the wall, by the stack of three bales."
I found the location and saw a dark figure. "W-Who are you?" I asked, shaking.
"First of all, are you alright? You're sobbing." Another voice said.
I shook my head, not noticing I was crying until he said that. "No, but who are you?"
"I'm Liam Payne," The first voice said.
"And I'm Niall Horan." The second added.
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