November 5th, 2014
12:00 PM
I wake up and physically face palm myself.
"Damn it, I fell asleep!" I thought, angrily.
"I could've missed them leaving the trolley while I was taking a fucking nap, and for 11 hours straight?" I thought, looking at my watch.
I decided to get out the car to stretch and maybe take a walk.
I got out and grabbed my gun and bullets and put them in my jeans pocket, and began to explore the area.
Soon I found a folded up note it was addressed to me, I opened the paper up and silently read it to myself.
Dear Zayn,
Hey Zayn, It's me Niall, and I know you're here, because I heard Louis talking about it to his boss Harry. I overheard them saying something about a raven haired boy with brown eyes, 1 earring on both ears, a beard and a mustache. I immediately knew it was you, I mean how could I not, when you're all that I think about all day? I love you Zayn, but I think it'd be better if you stopped trying to save me, it's not all that bad here, even if I'm going to be auctioned as a sex slave in 2 weeks.. But I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you got hurt because of me, so just forget about me okay? I'm just fine with sitting in the 3rd trolley with other kidnapped people.. Well anyway, thanks for being a great friend Zayn..
Your best friend,
Niall James Horan
I crumbled up the note as soon as I got done reading it, with tears in my eyes, only one thought repeating itself in my head, "Niall doesn't want me to save him.."
I then climbed back into my car with tears in my eyes, and drove back to my house, and went upstairs to my room and laid down.
I soon cried myself to sleep.
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FanfictionNiall Horan was 16 years old when he went missing. The day he went missing was the same day him and his best friend Zayn Malik went to Nandos to eat. Zayn found out Niall was missing when Niall's mother called him at 1 o'clock in the morning asking...
