I've never understood love. I don't understand how you can have such strong feelings for one person. I don't understand how, even when they've hurt you so badly, if they're in jeopardy you can forget about anything they ever did to you. I don't understand how they can play such a huge role in your life. When I was 17, a boy changed my life forever. His name is Harry Styles.

“Who are you running from?” a deep voice barked “GET AWAY FROM ME!” I shouted. I whipped myself around to face the man, but he was gone. I made another run for it while I could; this man was incredibly fast, like a cheetah. He could catch me without even trying if he saw me go. I turned my head to the back checking if he was following me, he wasn’t. I started to feel a bit of relief but a sudden force pushed me, making me back up harshly into the wall. It felt like a small car had collided into my body. “Please don’t hurt me.” I whimpered. “Now, why on earth would I do that?” he replied. The shadowed man came closer, my heart was a bass drum beating rapidly and my hands were getting clammy. He took a step further reaching the shine of the moonlight. His face was now visible. My eyes travelled across his face. Stopping at his plump red lips formed into a smug smirk. “Like what you see?” he teased. He sensed my fear as he lifted his hand up to my chin, tilting my head up to his towering figure. His touch was as cold as ice, flinching as sparks radiated through my skin. My breath hitched as he slowly brought his lips to my ear. “So, so beautiful,” he huskily whispered. I felt his breath on my neck, sending a rush of chills up my spine. He cautiously switched his lips to my other ear. “And I’m so, so lucky. Because you’re all mine.”

"Shh. It's okay, TJ. I'm not gonna hurt you unless I need to. I just need you to come with me." He began to lead me away from the club. I tried to protest but my body was like jello. * When I woke up, I was in the backseat of an SUV. I wasn't tied up or blindfolded. He must've thought I'd be knocked out for the entire drive. Oh my god. I'm kidnapped. Oh my god. I kept chanting in my head. I've been kidnapped. *** My old username was BryannaHoran22. I did not steal the story photo.

"This isn't a fairy tale, no ending comes out happy." "Well, not with that attitude." Cover: wildashton Story: nxuis_issues Story Copyright © nxuis_issues 2013

{previously 'I Married Niall Horan'} Las Vegas; a fun-filled place, casinos all around, tourists destinations and drunken nights. But what happens if you end up getting (drunk) married with a member of a famous boy-band? This is not a love story, this is a story about love.