Next Door Comforter - H.S

Next Door Comforter - H.S

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AVA POV. "Bye Mel," I whisper to my best friend on my doorstep, "I'll talk to you later okay?", she grips me tighter before releasing me. "Yep, it will all be fine. Goodby-" She manages out before being interrupted by a high pitched beep of a truck. Why do they even call those noises a beep? More like a deathly high squeal that scared Mel and I out of our skins. I turn around suddenly and find myself looking at a moving truck next door and an oddly familiar looking boy watching Mel and I. I couldn't put my finger on who it was, but whoever it was looked like a god. The boy looked around 19/20, the same age as me. He's wearing a long sleeve grey shirt, denim bermuda shorts, bright yellow Nikes, dark sunglasses and a hot headscarf. Not to mention he is covered in tattoos making him look extremely tanned and hot. I snapped out of my gaze when we met eyes resulting in him smirking. He must have seen me checking him out. Damn it. I turn around and wave to Mel walking to her black VW convertible beetle, I flash a smile at the boy still staring at me and walk inside out of the 35C (95F) heat.
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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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