Trouble • n.h.

12

Niall's POV

I am frantic when I wake up to the thunderstorm outside.
She's still missing.
What if Zayn and Harry are in the same place as her?
I have no doubt of who did this.
At about 1 pm, I walk to the bar.
I open the door and walk in, and I see exactly who I'm looking for.
There's an empty seat next to him so I walk over and sit.
"So, Ashton, where's Kelsey?" I demand.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Ashton says simply.
"That's a lie. You know where she is. You did this."
"Wow! You got me! Good job, Sherlock!" He says sarcastically.
"I'm not messing around. Where is she?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that."
"Why?"
"I'm going to need something in order for you to get her back...."
"Name your price."
"2 million."
"I don't have that much."
"Well, then you don't get to see your girl. Who I might add, is a great kisser. Even against her own will." He smirks.
"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER." I snarl.
"You can't stop me."
"What do you want from me besides money?"
"Revenge on you--I want to have a real fight with you. If you win, you get her back....if not...have a good time in hell."
"You'll....you'll kill me if I lose?"
"You scared of that? and, if I do win, I get your girl."
"She'll never love you."
"Well, she's going to have to, or I'll kill her too."
"You wouldn't."
"Oh I would. Tomorrow at 3. Behind the bar."
"Alright."
"Enjoy your last day on Earth, Horan." He says, getting up and walking out of the bar.
What have I gotten myself into?