Affection | N.H

Chapter 47

("There are two ways you can get through pain. You can let it destroy you, or you can use it as fuel to drive you to: dream bigger, work harder." -Taylor Swift)

It has been about 3 hours since Chase locked me in the restroom. I burry my head in my arms and pull my knees to my chest. My sobs are just not stopping. The image of Niall getting shot twice is flashing in front of my eyes over and over again. I hope he is alright and I hope he is still breathing. I can only hope and pray right now. It seems almost impossible for him to make it out alive with his injured arm. But I know my Niall. He is strong, very strong.

The door of the restroom flies open with a horrible noise. I cringe and scoot closer to the corner of the already tiny room. I refuse to look above because the black boots and blue tight jeans are too familiar. It is Chase.

"Come on babe." He suddenly sits down on his knees in front of me. He looks and seems just too big in this tiny space. My heart skips another beat when I see the gun still in his hand. He uses the tip of the gun to tilt my chin up. "Your little boyfriend is dead. There is no going back for you. Now you are mine." As soon as the words leave Chase's mouth, my chest tightens. I feel like something inside me stopped working. I stare at Chase and the tears keep streaming down my face. I just freeze on my spot and revaluate whtever he just said. "You scared now?" He smirks. "We should be landing at Sweden soon. You can make love to me then." With a disgusting laughter, Chase stands up and walks away from me.

"You son of a bitch!" I yell and cry. He instantly spins around with amusement covering his face. I stand to my feet as adrenaline takes over my blood. I stomp towards him and grab him by the collar. "You are going to die. Why did you kill him! Why would you kill him! He never did anything to you Chase! Why the hell would you kill him!" I repeat myself. The anger boils inside me like never before. But Chase doesn't seem to be intimidated by me. He just seems to be more amused. I can't stand his smirk. WIthout thinking any further, my fist flies in the air and lands on his goddamn cheek.

"You bitch!" Chase whines as he covers his cheek with his palm. His nose flares in anger as he pushes me down on the floor very hard. "Keep sitting down and shut your fucking mouth. He is dead. He isn't coming back. Get yourself ready to become a whore." Spitting the last words with a lot of confidence, Chase leaves and slams the door behind him.

I cry out loud. I scream out in pain and aggression. Not Niall. Niall can't die. Niall has to live. He has to live for me. If there is no Niall, there is no me. My heart just broke. Even if one half of myself wants to hope and expect him to be alive, the other half tells me to accept the reality. I go for my first half. Because Niall and I can't just end here. It's not just affection between us anymore. It is more than that.
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After one more hour, I steady myself up. My hiccups are still going. But I get up and look around the little restroom. I start looking for a weapon to defend myself. What can I supposedly find in a room with a toilet and a sink? After opening the cupboards attached to the sink, I find nothing but toilet paper and hand soap.

I sit back down on the covered toilet seat. I hang my head in my hands and try to think of something. What can I think of? These hijackers have promised not to hurt anyone if they are dropped off at the Swedish Airport without causing them any drama. So far, their promises have been nothing but a bunch of lies. They have brutally killed the mother of a toddler. They have killed...no, injured my Niall. They have locked me and God knows how many more people in restrooms so that they can smuggle us into Sweden. Their 'promises' are definitely vague.

"I will try to make everything alright. I won't let anything happen to you." Niall's words repeat through my mind. Niall has to be alive. I don't think there is anyone as courageous as him on this damn plane. Only he could protect us. But...