Okay so I'm going to straighten something out. When Zayn and Blake got abducted, they were outside the hospital. Near the dumpsters, where you would find people smoking.
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Blake's POV
I closed my eyes scared to death. I felt like I was hyperventilating, I only took short breaths, which were shaky. I wanted to go home to Niall. Niall's words "it will be okay" echoed in my ears and a tear escaped from my eyes.
I kept shaking, unable to move. I wanted to leave and be home.
"W-where are w-we g-going?" I stuttered through my shakes.
The man sitting next to me looking at me harshly and put his hand over my mouth. "Shut up little girl." He had a Russian accent. I didn't bother to see any of their faces, I closed my eyes.
The van came to a sudden stop. They threw me up to my feet. I stumbled up.
My feet were shaky like the rest of my body. A man held my hands together as he tightened them with tape. He then put his dirty hands over my eyes.
He pushed me along, I was hoping Zayn was here too. Then, I was for sure Zayn was here with me when I heard "Make sure you have a strong grip on the man, he's a squirmy one." Coming from what sounded like a man with an Irish accent. The accent wasn't deep.
The strangers put us both in a room, it was mostly concrete. There was a larger man and a smaller man. The larger man came in and took the bag off Zayn and untied us. On his way out, he locked the door.
Dammit.
I looked towards Zayn. He looked pissed but heart broken. "Z-z-Zayn?" I mumbled through tears. He looked up at me, his eyes were puffy and red.
"I'm sorry" I cried and bit my lip, "I'm sorry you were pulled into this shit with me." I cried a little more.
"Listen," Zayn whispered," it'll be okay. Just follow my lead and do as I say. I'll get us out of here." He rubbed my hand and I nodded to him.
I got a chance to look at the room we were in, it was tiny with concrete floors. The room was close to empty. The only things in the room was a little drain and a nozzle that would shoot water out if you turned the handle. Also, there was a white sheet. It was ripped and had brown and red stains.
Right in front of us was a door, it was wooden and it had color stains on it. Zayn and I were curled up in front of a glass window that had a large crack in it. It was just us and the ripped tape and bag.
Gosh, I was freezing. I only had little clothing on and the concrete floor didn't help. I just wanted to leave.
I cried and prayed again. As I said before, I've never prayed but I thought it might be necessary.
•Zayn's POV•
I needed to leave here. Perrie must be freaking out. Gosh, I needed a plan.
I thought about what I had in my pockets, I had cargo pants on so I had many pockets. I had my cigarets, a lighter, and my wallet.
Wait.....
A lighter?
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