kidnapped by one direction

CHAPTER 18

*** from here on i removed a LOT of depressive things SO if there is an instance where i forgot to remove something PLEASE comment!!****

Niall's POV

I didn't know who she was. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know why I was here. I blinked, looking at the girl beside me who was crying, her face in her hands, my words suddenly making her do this.

I frowned, wondering why she was crying because I said that. Did I know her? She doesn't look familiar. I blinked, looking at her long blonde hair turning to a light brown, and her dark brown eyes.

"W-Why are you crying?" I ask, completely confused. "I didn't say anything."

"You don't remember me?" she asks, taking her hands off her face and pointed to herself. Her eyes were red and puffy, the tip of her a tinted pink and her cheeks were covered with tears. I open my mouth, "Am I supposed to?"

"It's me Niall, it's Morgan," she says, her voice ringing throughout my head. Morgan? I tried to identify her name, but I couldn't remember anyone with that name.

"Who?"

"Your girlfriend," she says. I open my eyes wide, girlfriend? I don't have a girlfriend. I don't even know where I am, I can't even remember anything. When did I get a girlfriend? At that moment, a guy walks in, brown hair and green-blue eyes and a small stubble on his chin. Bags under his eyes like he hadn't sleep, and his nose red.

"Niall?" he asks, a British accent. Does this guy know me too? I don't know him. I look at him weirdly. He smiled, and walked towards me, his arms out and open, wanting a hug. I don't know this guy, I'm not going to hug him. He wrapped his arms around me, snuggling his head into my arm. I pushed him off me, looking at him weirdly.

"Who are you?" I asked, pointing at the guy, "and who the hell is she?"

"I'm Louis, your bandmate?" he says, his breath hitching. I furrow my eyebrows, bandmate? Does that mean I am in a band? What the hell do these people mean? Is this some sick joke? I shook my head, "bandmate?"

"One Direction? The band? Millions of girls love us?" 'Louis' tells me, making air gestures. One Direction? What kind of name is that? It sounds gay and unknown to me. And apparently I'm in that band? Millions of girls love me? This is definitely a joke.

[a/n: it was so hard to write that part about the name sounding gay]

"You're playing a joke on me. Now get me the fuck out of here and bring me home."

"You can't leave yet, you're badly injured," the girl sniffles, rubbing under her nose. Badly injured? What happened?

"Explain."

"You got in a car crash, your head was hit hard against the window, it was bleeding hard. That's probably why you've had a headache and all that," she says, rubbing her eyes now. I did feel a small ache in my head.

"That's hard to believe." I spoke. Louis looked at me, frowning. The girl did the same. They both said at different times, "well it's true, so believe it."

"Just get out of my room," I groan, wanting the strangers who apparently knew me out of the room. The girl burrowed her eyebrows together, staring at me.

"What do you mean, get out of the room? You'll need comfort until the doctor comes back," she tosses her hair off her shoulder, "and we're here to do that."

Louis and her smiled at me. They wouldn't stop, and it was kinda freaking me out.

"Stop," I say, looking away from their creepy smiles. They burst out into a fit of laughter. I put my head back on the comfortable pillow, not liking the fact two complete strangers were acting like they knew me and were invading my privacy by coming in this room.

"Niall," the girl says, a frown replacing the smile on her face which lit up this room, "I'm gonna be serious with you for a minute."

"Okay?"

"Who am I?" She asks, her voice hard, emotion written in it. I open my mouth, then closed it. I studied her features, her blonde hair, her brown eyes, everything. But nothing was familiar about her, just stranger like.

"I'm not sure."

She blinked, her eyes getting glossy again. Then she pointed to Louis, "who is he?"

I looked at Louis, his brown hair all over the place, his blue/green eyes swallowed with sadness, bags underneath them. I didn't know who this man was.

"I'm not sure," I choked, knowing that I am supposed to know who this man is. The girl let out a small sigh, and a puff of air.

"Whose Liam, Harry and Zayn?"

Liam sounds like the name for a childish kid. Someone who always plays around. Someone with blonde hair and brown eyes. Someone who is never serious, always kidding around. But his name struck nothing.

Harry sounded like a deep name, someone who might be serious, but kids around. But his name sounds like someone who'd be a person who'd catch the girls. But his name wasn't familiar to me, unless he was Harry Potter.

Zayn sounded like the most serious one. Someone dark and silent. Always keeping secrets. Someone with dark hair, eyes and personality. Sometimes bright near his friends. His name didn't spark a light.

"I don't know who they are," I say, looking at the girl who was staring at me seriously.

"Do you want to meet them?" she croaks. "They don't know you have memory loss."

More strangers, how fun.

"Fine." I mutter loudly. I only mutter this because I have a feeling they're my friends, and my friends/strangers have to see me if I'm in the hospital.

"I'll go get them." She says, and runs out. Louis looks down at me, and wiped underneath his nose.

"What about you?" Louis asks, his voice breaking. I scrunch my nose up, "what about me?"

"Do you remember anything about yourself?"

I try to remember. "I'm Niall. I'm in a band. I have a girlfriend named Morgan. I have millions of fans. I used to get lots of hate."

"Right. But we never told you about you getting lots of hate, how do you remember that?" Louis asks.

He's right, he never told me I got hate. I just remember that, only that.

=flashback=

I walk across the street, careful not to reveal my identity to anyone. I see four girls at the end of the street, all laughing about something. I silently pray to god that they aren't fans, and look down. I look up, only because I have to cross now. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the girls turning towards me.

"You're Niall Horan right?" a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes walks up to me, her voice soft. I nod. She turns around, and smirks over to her friends.

"You're the loser in the group, you know that right?" one of her friends seethe, "Everyone hates you."

"And look at your haircut, it's horrible." Another one of her friends behind her says.

"Look how ugly he is! No wonder Harry and Zayn are the hot ones in the group!"

"And your teeth, they're so crooked," the blonde one says, giggling, "face it Niall, you're just an Irish man trying to fit in with a British band. Get out of the band, you're ruining it."

I look at her, trying not to let her words get to me, "and what's your name?"

"Morgan. Morgan West."

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