Kidnapped

Kidnapped

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PROLOGUE Laying here on the cold, concrete floor, I thought back on all of my mistakes. All the times I yelled at my friends and family. I thought of all of the times I was rude, bossy or snooty and realized I would never have the opportunity to apologize or take back what I did. The thing that scared me the most, was realizing I would never get to say goodbye to the people I loved most. The only good thing- that came out of this horrible and terrifying event- was that I finally got to meet One Direction. They made my life worth living. And now, looking around at the motionless bodies sprawled on the floor all around me, I realized they would be the last faces I would ever see.
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

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