Beating Heart.

Beating Heart.

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Niall Horan _____________ An twenty year old from Mullingar, Ireland who was in a duo boy band with Liam Payne. Zayn Malik ______________ A twenty one year old heartthrob that met his dream lover in Cuba, he gave the Irish cutie a Yin & Yang couple charm so they would still be together. After months when they first met they reunite in an airplane to Las Vegas, a place that Niall had never been but to Zayn that was his hometown. Zayn was there for pleasure, Niall was there to lay low until his face disappeared from the media. (I'm shit at descriptions so you can hate this as much as you want)
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Prologue: I look down at hands, which are roped to the chair, and the same goes for my feet. The metallic red liquid, drips of my busted lip, onto my blue jeans. I hear mumbling outside the door, I can't really make out what they are saying though. I really don't remember why i'm here or how I got here, but I have a feeling in my gut i'm not gonna get out any time soon. well I should probably introduce my self My names Niall Horan, and i'm 19 years old, I was just visiting my best friend Liam Payne for the summer, but I now highly doubt i will ever see him again. I wonder what they want from me, it wont be for something good though I know it. I hear the door open, and foot steps coming towards me, I dont bother to look up from my pants. I hear the terrible sound of a metal chair scrapping across the floor. The sound stops right in front of me, I slowly look up to see someone dressed in all black, black skinny jeans, a plain black shirt, a black leather jacket, black boots, yeah you get my point. The boy sitting right in front of me is beautiful, yes i'm gay get over it, brown golden eyes that make you want to jump into them and drowned in pure joy, perfectly styles hair, it looks like he spends a LOT of time on that. "so blondie, your finally awake" he smirks at me, hmm, thats a sexy smirk "why am I here?" I ask sharply, he gets up fron his seat and sits on my lap, "you are here because you are now my..." "your what?" he slowly bring his lips to my ear and whispers "prisoner"

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