what happens? // one direction

Chapter Four.

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*Zayn's POV*

I slowly opened my eyes to a brightly lit room.

I squinted at first, letting my eyes slowly adjust to the light as I took in my surroundings.

I seemed to be in a small room, the room bare of essentials other than a small, old bed and a dusty TV.

The walls were covered in something dry and reddish-brownish, staining the used to be pearly white walls-blood.

Where the hell was I?!

What happened to me?

Thats when it all came flooding back to me.

I remembered everything from us crashing, and the mysterious man putting me to sleep with a chloroform rag over my nose and mouth.

If I was here, where was everyone else?

What happened to Kristel?

Did the man get her too?

I needed to find her...I needed to get out of here..

All I need is to find a door...

I scanned the tiny room quickly, and was so happy when I seen a maple colored door on the wall to my right.

I found my way of escape.

Well, that was easy.

I carefully stood to my feet and stumbled over to the door, grabbing the handle and twisting it open..

..but the door didn't budge.

Shit!

The door's locked.

"Fuck!" I yell-whispered, and I banged my head against the old door.

I needed to get out of here..I needed to find everyone else and make sure they were okay;especially Kristel.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away with my thumb.

I needed to get out..

I started banging on the door with my fists, and screamed, "Help! Anyone! Kristel! Liam! Louis! Harry! Niall! Someone!", wishing that one of them would come and save me.

After a few minutes of nonstop shouting and pounding, I knew nobody would come, so I gave up.

I put my back against the door and slid to my knees, and wrapped my arms around myself and rested my chin ontop of my knees.

I just hoped that everyone else was okay...

They had to be..

They just had to...

...But not even I could believe my own words.

*Kristel's POV*

"Kris! Kristel! Open your eyes!" a familiar irish accent yell-whispered to me from somewhere close.

"Niall.." I mumbled, and I let out a sigh.

I felt weak and I was really tired. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. I was peaceful, and Niall was just ruining my beauty sleep.

"Kris, please open your eyes!" Niall begged me, his voice cracking as if he was about to cry.

I decided to just open them for a second and see what he wanted, and then I could go back to sleep.