Taken

Chapter 21

Wednesday 19th January 2014

When I wake up my first thought is of the letter, and a sigh of relief spreads through my body when I find it still clutched firmly in my hand. My second thought is that I've never been so uncomfortable in my life. This is one is not quite so easily solved. I am still curled up against the hard door in a sort of defensive position, which has become really rather painful over night and has left my with cramp and pins and needles in most of my body.

Despite my discomfort, I can not help but grin to myself as I stand and stretch my sore muscles, since the note comes back into my mind. I knew he wouldn't abandon me, that I did have a reason to hope, because Niall was still fighting my corner, after all this time.

Yeah the note was from Niall:

Hang in there baby, I'm getting you out - N x

Like I said, short and sweet. I force myself to push worries of how he is going to get me out and what we will do once I am out from my mind, and simply trust that if Niall was confident enough to give me this, he must have a good, strong plan.

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Niall's POV

Nothing. I've not nothing! There is diddly squat going on in my brain that could be even remotely helpful in rescuing Evelyn! I never should have given her that note; I have no clue how I'm meant to live up to that promise, and it will kill her, I know it will.

Even if I did have some magical way of getting her out, then what? I can't exactly run off into the sunset with her and live out our lives somewhere in the bahamas. Basically there's no way she's getting out of this house, that much I'm certain of. I may be able to free her from the basement, but she's still going to be stuck here until this whole fued between "us" and "them" is over.

I'm pretty sick of it to be honest, I never wanted to be a part of this fake band, I wanted it to be real! I'm probably the only one out of the five of us who actually wanted to be involved in music, rather than some weird government shit. I'm fed up of all the lies, heck I even have to make stuff up to tell my family and I'm so fed up with it all. I just wish things were different, that I could've met Evelyn in a normal situation.

I've found myself spending a lot of time imagining what it would have been like to meet her at, say, school or something lately. Would I have still been this drawn to her, in such a different scenario? Would we have gone on cute dates like picnics or horse riding? Met each others parents and exchanged awkward as fuck conversation with her dad? Ahhh. Her dad. And you see it brings me right back, because he's dead, thanks to me. I know, I know, technically it's not really my fault, but it also kind of is.

I sigh slightly and sit down on a wooden bench on the patio of our garden. I always come here when I need to think, so you can imagine how much I've been outside lately!

"Hey man, you ok?" I look up at the sound of Zayn's voice to see him standing a few feet away holding two cups of coffee. I gladly accept the one he's holding out to me and gesture for him to join me on the bench.

"Not really, no" I find myself replying after a sizeable silence. Zayn just nods and takes a gulp of his coffee.

"I didn't think you were, is this about the girl?" He pauses slightly and nods again when he sees my expression,

"Yup, just as I thought. Damn Niall you could get pretty much any girl you wanted but you have to pick her? You're a nightmare, mate!" A small laugh leaves my lips and I find myself agreeing completely with what he's said. Not meaning to be big headed but there are practically millions of girls out there who would love to go on a date with Niall Horan, but I fall for the one who's locked up in our basement.