Maura paced the hallway as she waited anxiously for Niall to walk through the front door. She had returned home from work and hadn’t found Niall home she was becoming extremely worried and feared that something had happened to Niall or that Niall had done something to himself.
After pacing for 30 minutes she decided to ring up his son’s school.
“Hello, this is Maura Horan I’m calling in regards to my son Niall Horan he hasn’t come home and I’m wondering if he may be at school” she spoke worried, she ran her hands through her hair
“Niall left school about 3 hours ago Ms. Horan, has something happened to him?” principal Brenan asked
“He left 3 hours ago are you sure?” She asked beginning to panic
“Yes I’m sure Ms. Horan” Principal Brenan said
“Oh god” Maura said she could feel herself beginning to have a panic attack
“Ms. Horan has something happened to Niall?” Principal Brenan asked concerned
“His not home and his usually home at this time” Maura spoke her mind racing off to possible things that could have happened to Niall.
“His a young boy he could have gone wondering around” Mr. Brenan reassured.
“But its Niall his different, his troubled Principal Brenan” Maura said, she worried that Niall had finally succeeded in ending his life. She knew Niall was unstable mentally and emotionally.
“I understand Niall’s condition Ms. Horan, maybe you should wait a couple more hours or minutes and if he doesn’t return, go down to the police station and report him as missing” Principal instructed
“Okay thank you Mark” Maura said
“No worries, I hope Niall is okay”
“Me too” Maura said as she hung up the phone.
She waited a couple more minute’s and when Niall still hadn’t returned she made her way out of the house and drove down to the police station.
“His fine, his okay” she kept chanting this to herself as she drove hoping that she might believe it.
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When Niall woke up his eyes felt heavy and his vision was blurry. He couldn’t make out his surroundings due to the room being completely dark. He shut his eyes tightly and opened them again to let his eyes adjust to the darkness. The room was so dark that he couldn’t even make out his own hands.
Where am I? He thought. He went to rub his eyes but his hands were being restraint.
His hands had been shackled above his head and his feet were tied down, fear began to take over him when he realised he had been kidnapped.
“Help! Someone help me!” he screamed, trying to break free of the shackles, he pulled and tugged as hard as he could but he could feel the shackle’s digging into his skin.
The basement door flew open and Niall tired to shield his eyes from the blinding light but his hands were restraint.
“Decided to finally wake up, did we?” A deep voice chuckled, Niall could hear him walking down the stairs, he pushed his back up against the wall afraid to see his kidnappers face. The lights turned on and he was once again blinded by the light.
The brown eyed man walked over to him and knelt down. He ran his hands through his jet black hair that had been styled into a quiff. He His eyes held no emotion. He smiled revealing his bright, pearly white teeth. His jaw was strong and his cheeks were defined, he had little stubbles on his chin. The man could have been created by god and if Niall wasn’t kidnapped and scared he would have taken the time to appreciate his beauty.
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Stockholm Syndrome- Ziall
Romance“What we have is only an Illusion, Niall. I’m not a good person, I’m a bad person. It’s all in your head.” “You’re a good person Zayn, I know it” “You’re wrong Niall. I’m a monster and you’re Crazy.” Niall is a suicidal seventeen year old battling...
