That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Twenty Four - Chick Chick, Boom.

We’d all just gotten out of the cinema, after seeing the new Batman movie. Liam suggested to see it, you know that boy and his superheroes. We all agreed, the movie was great. By now the boys knew about myself and Niall, it’d been about two weeks since he’d asked me and the banter hadn’t died down at all. I didn’t dare tell them about what happened with Liam, that was our little secret.  

“We’ll all be heading off to the restaurant just over there, we’ll meet you at home?” Zayn said, arranging for him and the boys to grab something to eat, to leave myself and Niall alone. I’m surprised Niall didn’t want anything to eat, but I guess he finished two large boxes of popcorn.

“Okay, we’ll catch you all later lads!” Niall shouted back at them, making our way back to the car. 

“I guess I’m going to be spending tonight with my girlfriend then.” Niall flashed me a wink, as we walked back to the car, hand in hand. Yes, we were on the holding hands basis now.

I gave him a playful shove, smiling at the ground, he grabbed my waist pulling me back to him. He bent down slightly, crashing his lips to mine. Chills being sent down my body as his soft lips brushed against mine. I pulled away, teasing the blue eyed boy. 

“Race you to the car?!” I screamed out playfully, already starting to run.

“Cheater!” He yelled back, running after me.

I’d already beaten him to the car, by a good 20 seconds. He's given up and just started walking.

“You’re so slow!” I yelled at him, teasingly.

"Hurry up, you twat!" I yelled again, giggling.

“Hi, love.” I heard a deep husky voice whisper from behind me. I jumped away immediately. 

“Who are you?” I asked as I inched further away from the unknown man who was emerging out of the shadows. I tripped and fell on my bum, my hands spread out.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, babe.” He lurked closer to me. 

Babe. I heard Niall's footsteps tapping closer against the cool asphalt ground. 

“Shh.” The unfamiliar voice cooed. 

“Who are you!” I shouted again, shuffling backwards like a crab, I turned my body about to get up when the man lunged forward, grabbing me around the waist with his muscular arms, clamping a big warm hand over my mouth. My heart was hammering a million miles an hour in my chest. I started thrashing wildly against his grip, it only tightened around me.

“NIALL!” I tried to scream but the mans hand muffled my words, he grabbed onto my waist tighter now, pulling me away from the car, further into the darkness, out of Niall’s reach. I clawed desperately at the mans hand but he didn’t even flinch.

“Tayla?” I heard Niall yell from the distance. “Where are you, love?” His voice echoes through the dark, empty parking lot.

“NIALL, HELP ME!” I cried out, blubbering as the man slipped his hand from my mouth down to my throat. Tightening his grip around my neck. I gasped desperately for air. 

Niall finally reached me. He instantly froze as he saw the dark figure of the man choking all the air out of my lungs.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me.” The voice snarled. Whispering in my ear, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and the ones on my bare arms rise.

I continued to scratch at the mans hands, feeling his skin tear under my long, sharp nails as I ripped through his flesh. A wail leaving his mouth which only caused him to tighten his grip around my throat.