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i woke up when I heard someone screaming from the basement.

i realized it was just niall, no one will hear him screaming because we are literally in the middle of nowhere.

i opened my laptop to see how Niall is doing.

i watched him bang at the door screaming

"FUCKING HELP!" he screamed.

i realized that he must be hungry.

i made my way to the kitchen and prepared two sandwiches.

after preparing his lunch, i made my way down the basement.

N I A L L

i stopped screaming and banging on the door because I was getting tired and hungry.

suddenly i heard footsteps, someone turned the doorknob and opened the door.

i looked up and saw him.

he was gorgeous, he has jet black hair, a warm brown coloured eyes, and he has tattoos.

which i thought was hot..

oh my fucking god niall. stop! 

i shook my head and got rid of those thoughts.

"why did you do this?" i asked him.

"you're beautiful." he said trying to change the subject.

i glared at him.

"well i did this, to be with you." he said. standing right in front of me.

i looked up at him since he was a few inches taller,

"you want to be with me?" i said, pointing to him then myself.

"why not? you're absolutely perfect." he told me.

i blushed and tried to hide my face by turning around, but he stopped me.

"you know, you could've just asked me out right?" i stated.

"im surprised you don't know by now." he said.

i tilted my head, confused by his words.

"im just one of the most wanted man in the country." he said smirking at me.

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