Moments - Chapter 11

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*PAIGE'S POV*

We pulled up into the surprisingly large car park, used by people who lived in the flats towering above us. We both decided that I should drive, seemings Niall was still half asleep at the time and only just managed to put his seat belt on by himself without falling asleep. "There's Lous' car." Niall says quietly, pointing towards a black Porsche Boxster which had clearly just been washed. I nod and pull up next to it. Before either of us can say another word, i'm out of the car and unlocking the door which unfortunately leads up to an uncountable amount of stairs. Niall takes a deep breath, wipes his eyes and brushes back his unstyled hair "Let's do this!" He says seriously, acting as if he was about to run a marathon. I decide not to bring up that joke because it would just slow us down. Niall goes first, pushing his perfect body up the flight of stairs. You'd be surprised about how much being a superstars girlfriend can affect what you get, like us we wanted the top flat, which meant the biggest and bestest. At this moment I wished we'd just stuck with a basic flat at the bottom. But, I have to admit, the other advantage of running up the stairs with your boyfriend in front of you is the fact that all your staring at is his arse. I begin to giggle to myself but quickly hold them back knowing this isn't the right time.

After about ten minutes we reach the top, completely out of breath, I bang my fist as lightly as possible on our front door, not having enough strength to reach into my pocket and pull out my key. Shelby answers the door, her mascara running down her cheeks. I open my mouth slightly, ready to ask the stupidest question ever "Are you alright Shelby? Hows Lou?" Niall asks sweetly and sympathetically, although that was the stupid question I was talking about. She freezes for a few seconds and shakes her head. I look into her eyes and pull her into my lifeless arms. "Everything's going to be fine Shelby, we'll find Jack and we'll kick him in the balls for doing this to you two!" I whisper into her ear gentally. I look up and see Niall, stting beside Louis, holding a frozen bag of peas up to his swollen forehead. "Should i call the others?" I ask out loud, allowing the boys to hear us. "I think we should.." Niall continues "When the lads find out they're gonna wanna help ya' know" His concentration is completely on Louis. Shelby pulls out of my long embrace and walks over to Louis, jumping onto his legs. He winces "Sorry babe." She says, causing her to cry again and wrap her arms around him. "Call them." Louis mouths to Niall and he's up and in the kitchen with a phone held up to his head before any of us can say anything else. I sit normally, twidling my thumbs when Louis's eyes meet mine. "Take her outside for a minute please." He mouths to me, his hands tracing the small of her back. I nod and smile "Shelby, let's go get some air, you look like you need it." I say, smilingly reasurringly to her. She sniffles, wipes her eyes once more and grabs my hand before I lead her out of the apartment. 

I didn't even bother putting a jacket on when we left Nialls place so I clutch my freezing arms, trying to warm them. Shelby keeps her back to me for a few moments. Finally, she turns to face me. "Why? Why did he do that Paige? I know he's my brother and i should've told him but its OUR apartment and he just walked in like it was his own and saw us..." She stops suddenly and holds back her tears. "I was angry...so fucking angry with him but now i just feel....drained!" I look at her sympathetically and decide that a joke would probably make her feel better. "Drained huh...well I don't know if you got the message but sex will do that to you!" I say, nudging her shoulder with my own. She begins to laugh and shoves me back "Yeah? Well, you look nackered too Paige...I wonder why!" She replies sarcastically. I smile with a shocked expression "God we're immature" I shout randomly. She holds up her hands "Hey! You said it not me!" We both laugh even more before we're forced to stop when a mysterious noise comes from behind us. Our faces go blank when two freaky looking girls stand proudly in front of us, black hoodies hiding their facial features but by the looks of it one has long blonde hair and the other has equally long black hair. "There's only two of them.." The girl with blonde hair whispers attemptingly to her ally. "Two's enough." The other girl says, not taking her eyes from us. But then, i recognise her voice. "Oh my god.." I whisper to myself. "Eve? Madison? Is that you? What are you doing here?" I ask them curiously. Eve Carter and Madison Park, i've had a few beauty classes with them in the past and have talked to them but we've never really been friends. They're also huge One Direction fans. Shelby takes a deep breath and pulls my hand towards her. They both look at eachother shocked and drop their hoods "Congrats Paige...or is it Mrs Niall Horan now?" Eve asks sarcastically, an evil look spread on her face. I start to panic "Wh, what are you doing here?" I repeat "We're kinda in the middle of something here so i'm sorry but we cant stay and chat."


"We dont wanna chat!" Madison replies immediately. "We've come for you two! Well orginally we wanted all of you but hey ho, beggers can't be choosers." We both shriek and our bodies start to shake. "Bottom line, the boys chose you guys instead of us and so if we cant have them then nobody can!" Madison carries on before pulling out a large kitchen knife from her sleeve. I open my mouth "Ni-" I begin to shout before Eve runs over to Shelby and holds her knife to her throat. "One more sound and you can watch your best friend choke on her own blood, your decision..." I close my mouth and Madison is behind me, binding my wrists together using wire strips. She then slams a dirty rag cloth over my nose and mouth, forcing me to breathe in chloroform, basically a chemical which knocks you out. The last thing i see is the opening to a large black van and the pressure of the wires digging into my small wrists before everything goes dark. I dream of my death...over and over again.

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