~Kidnapped~ ( Niall Horan Fanfic)
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  • Reads 2,129
  • Votes 162
  • Parts 19
  • Time 1h 15m
Ongoing, First published Apr 23, 2015
"Why help me? Why save me?" His voice was low but prominent as he looked into my eyes. I took a deep breath before speaking. 

"You have.... You have saved me exactly nine times in my life time... It's mine turn to save you"

"I've never even met you..." He spoke soft and slow while looking at his hands that were still handcuffed.






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36 parts Complete

*COMPLETED* "Ever since their last interview in Manhattan, New York-" "There is still no sign of the young pop sensation-" "New York has been under lock down since the disappearance of the young lad from One Direction on August 23, 2012. Millions of people across the globe are still looking for the young-" "If you see, hear, or read, any kind of sign that could lead to the finding of-" ________________________________________ Sitting in the dark basement, the young lad was curled up against the wall. Chains cuffed to his hands and feet, a chain also wrapped around his neck. As he looked up at the broken glass of the barred up window he would sadly sing. Only some words were audible from his dry mouth. "-Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?" You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?" Every so often his voice would crack as he cried. The tears passed through his swollen up eyes, as they stung the cuts made all over his face. "No one will be looking for the fag from One Direction. They'll all be happy I'm gone..." More tears would fall from his eyes as the basement door opened up. He knew that his suffering was rather going to continue, or it was going to end now. With his life...