Waking up I found myself being tied to the bed, the handcuffs digging themselves into my wrists, colouring the skin with angry, red marks. My clothes were ripped into pieces and barely covering my aching body. The rag he'd clearly used to make 'calm me down' during the act lied next to me; used and still dripping with the sickening liquid. Skimming the room I found him sitting in the corner, smirking at me and putting away the newspaper he'd been reading. His eyes were glistening with satisfaction and amusement. He'd gotten just what he wanted not even caring about what he had just taken away from me. I shivered, not sure if it was caused by the cold in this room or if it was simply just the way he looked at me, like was I only a piece of meat. "Would you look at that?" He smiled, if you could call the evil grimace on his face a smile, staring triumphantly at the titles, laughing to himself. "Not only did I manage to make our little kidnapping famous but I also got myself a pretty little slut" He punctuated the last word, making me cry out in embarrassment. He'd taken everything. My family, my friends, my hope, my strength. He'd taken everything I owned away from me, locking me up in a dark place and refusing to let me out. To give me back what he'd taken, adding the last thing I had to that list: My innocence. My dignity... My virginity. He kept laughing, my pain amusing him and slowly got up to untie the cuffs, dragging me back to the room they'd kept me in for the last 4 days, simply throwing me inside and locking the door again. I sat up, rubbing my sore body and pulling my knees to my chest, crying into them. This was hell. I was sure. Surrounded by devils and discouraged angels I'd found the true meaning of hell. I was alone. Used. Broken and no one knew I was gone. Cecilia would have started searching for me if she didn't think that I was with Matt, my so-called boyfriend who didn't even care enough to call or even realize that I was missing. Why was I dating him then? Good question cause I didn't really love him and he didn't really love me... He was all I got though. The only hand to hold. The only kiss to taste. And I needed someone. Yes, he was selfish and annoying but we accept the love we think deserve right? And in my head I only deserve the worst. I'm a failure... Looking around and wiping my tears away I saw Niall lying on the floor, in a state that made my heart skip a beat: He was knocked out, his left eye black and swollen, blood dripping down from his lips. His fists were clenched, knuckles bruised but chest peacefully heaving and sinking. I crawled closer, letting my fingertips brush against his skin, finding comfort in touching him. Well... As long as he didn't know. I trailed my hand down to his chest, finding the feeling of his heartbeat terribly soothing. Continuing my journey I gently grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers slightly. It felt... Nice. Warm, loving, calming.. Much better than when I was holding Matt's hand. I sighed, slowly cuddling up to the guy I claimed I hated, resting my head on his chest and playing with his bleached hair. I knew it was wrong; I hated him. He was my enemy, him being the one to fight me when I was only trying to escape. But that couldn't compete with how warm he was. How soft his hair felt and how much I needed someone. I wouldn't wake him up anyway. It wasn't like I would declare my never-ending love for him anyway... So I just continued. I wondered what he was dreaming about.. If it was actually a dream or a nightmare. Or one of those dreams that just go black, lacking content completely. I wondered if he missed his family as much as I did. Or if he was just waiting for death to arrive. I wondered if he had siblings. Maybe an older or younger brother that looks like him. You know just as beautiful.. Wait. What? I also wondered why he bleached his hair.Didn't he like his natural haircolor? Did blondes just have more fun? What did he think of me then? I wasn't blonde. Wouldn't I be his type then? I bit my lip, feeling strangely gutted at that thought and cuddling up closer to him, blushing madly. I wondered what his last name was... Niall sounded beautiful alone but what more was there to add. Wow.. I really didn't know anything about him. I got completely lost in my thoughts, getting drowsy and slowly sinking into a deep sleep. This one being more comfortable than any other sleep I'd gotten here... *** I woke up to someone playing with my hair, a beautiful voice humming in my ear. It was sweet, soft.. angelic. The most soothing sound I'd heard. Realisation dawned on me and I felt my heart pound in my chest, panic hitting me again. They had killed me. Oh no. I was dead. The angels had come to take me away and I started crying only to hear the voice whisper instead. "Hey.. It's okay. Don't cry" The humming started again and I slowly opened my eyes, to stare up into Niall's big blue ones, surprised to see them twinkle in the dark. "Hi.." He mumbled, tracing patterns on my bare arms. I blushed and quickly moved away from him, pulling my knees up to my chest again. He blushed as well, biting his lip and trying to think of something to say. There was something oh so adorable about him blushing. "Uhm it's okay.." He mumbled,avoiding my gaze. "It.. It was quite nice actually" Clearing his throat he started nervously fiddling with the buttons on his worn out, dirty cardigan. My cheeks flushed a darker shade of red at that remark and I looked down at my messy state, suddenly remembering the pain in my lower abdomen and the fragile state of my clothes. Slowly looking up at him again I noticed the way his eyes sparkled once they met mine, his black eye taking some of the beauty in that moment, a frown sneaking up on me. "What happened to you?" I slowly moved closer, not scared of letting a fingertip brush against the swollen skin, watching him cringe slightly. "Well.. He tried to lock me up and blindfold me but I-I fought back" I was surprised. Normally he would go with it and let them do what they wanted to avoid getting hurt.. but not this time. I trailed my fingertips down to his lips wiping away the blood, cheeks burning under his gaze. "You only got a few scratches.. You're lucky" I sighed, covering myself up in one of the lousy blankets they'd given us. "Being in a band has it's perks" He whispered, helping me out with the blanket. I smiled excitedly, finally being able to put two and two together. "So that's why you're so valuable to them!" He looked confused for a moment before nodding his head, sighing deeply. "Yeah.. they're blackmailing my friends and family. Not to mention management" He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. I was the one to furrow my eyebrows now, slightly confused with this new piece of information. "But... shouldn't they be very, very eager to get you back so you can continue melting girl-hearts?" I smiled, giggling as he let out a bark of laughter. There was something about him laughing and smiling that melted my heart. Happiness could make anyone look twice as beautiful... but it was different with Niall. He was already.. an angel. His eyes and pale skin, not to mention the bleached hair made him the most beautiful creature ever in my eyes, looking almost too good to be true. His smile made his unbelievably good looks a 100 times more prominent and I hated to admit it but: just irresistilble as well. He shrugged, looking down, a thoughtful look coming across his angelic face. "I guess management are keeping the boys away from finding me.. They've never really liked me" As soon as he had said that he looked down again, the words hurting him more now when they've slipped out of his mouth than they did when he was only thinking them. I felt his pain. Fame had always been a complicated thing in my opinion. I scooted closer, still keeping distance as I cautiously rubbed his arm. "Why not?" "I'm different.. They think I ruin the band with my different voice, different looks, different accent. It's just-" He cut himself off, quickly wiping at his eyes, angrily fighting the tears. "Frustrating.." I finished for him, watching him nod in agreement. "Yeah..." His voice was now an exhausted breath, slipping out of his chapped lips . I realized that we had much more in common than I had first thought. We were both hopeless at talking about our feelings. We were both scared, lost and alone. We were both hating how different we were from others as it seemed to ruin everything for us. It was crazy actually.. I thought he was one of those confident sport jerks.. but he's not. "Well.. I like that you're different. I-I like your accent" I said, confidently looking his eyes, watching as a smile curved his lips upwards, grinning whole-heartedly for instance making me smile as well. "Well thank you!" His smile faded as his eyes wandered down my body, making me pull the blanket further up, getting slightly uncomfortable under his sorrowful gaze. D-did he?" He whispered, him being the one scooting closer as I just nodded bursting into tears once more. "H-he t-took it! The only thing I-I had l-left" He cautiously wrapped his arms around me, all of this being just as new and awkward for him as it was for me. But it felt right.. Right there, in his arms. I felt safe. Suddenly the door bursted open, all three of them coming in with their guns loaded and aimed right at us, causing us to jump away from each other. Oh god. What now? "You, little slut, get up!" The tall one of them commanded, the two others watching Niall carefully, finding his rebellious attitude a big problem.. and a huge threat. I quickly complied, the blanket still wrapped tightly around me as he escorted me out of the room. Oh no.. Did he want more? I gulped at the thought as he led me to the room once again quickly locking the door and throwing a set of clothes at me. Wait.. was he splitting us up? What were they doing to Niall? I listened closely after the sound of screams, cries, anything that could hint that they were hurting him. Not a sound though... "Put it on!" He demanded, watching me as I slowly started dressing in the top and worn out jeans, he'd given me, finding them way too big on my body but not complaining at all. It was way better than my former outfit. As I was done he nodded towards the exit, leading me out of the dilapidated building and into the black van that were a huge part of most of my nightmares lately. "Get in! Now!" He roughly pushed me inside, closing the door and forcing me to buckle up my seatbelt. What was going on? Where was he taking me? Where was Niall? "Where are you taking me?" I muttered quietly, fiddling with the friendship-bracelet on my wrist, missing Cecilia dearly. She would've had the guts to punch this jerk in the face. That was the difference on the two of us. I was calm and shy and she was fierce and confident. How I envied her right now.. He scoffed. "Well nowhere until blondie gets here as well!" Almost 30 seconds after the words had left his lips, Niall was being forced into the van as well, getting slightly relieved when he saw me. "What's going on-" "Shut up!" The other guy shouted, placing his gun right behind Niall, poking his head with it, face showing no other emotion than anger. It was obvious that these guys were monsters. Willing and ready to kill at every hour of the day. I gasped slightly, biting my lip to prevent myself from making any other sounds. They wouldn't kill Niall. But me.. They wouldn't hesitate. I was a rat to them. Not valuable in any way. "For gods sake remove that gun and just gag them you dork!" The taller one screamed, starting the car and driving out of the carport. Following orders I felt as he stuffed my mouth with the gag, giving Niall the same treatment before leaning back, enjoying his work. "Perfect!" "And now freaking shut up so I can focus on this!" They drove for a while before finally stopping at a gas station, removing the gags and letting us breathe in the air we'd missed so much. Why on earth had they taken us here? I didn't get much time to come up with ideas, suddenly being forced down on my knees, my hair being pulled harshly, feeling a gun aimed at me again. "Listen up, you little slut. We're going to give you some orders and you're going to follow them okay?" I nodded vigourously, new tears brimming my eyes, desperate for him to release me. He pulled me up on my feet again, smirking smugly as he handed me something: A gun. I shook violently, looking up at him with scared eyes as he whispered something in my ear that made me gasp in pure shock.No.. I couldn't do this! But.. I had to! What was most important? My life or my honour? Niall watched the scene with worried eyes as the kidnapper pushed me against the door, laughing loudly as he watched me enter, still shaking as I held up the gun, aiming it at the shocked guy behind the desk. "Hands up! It's a robbery!"...

Notes

A/N: Chapter 2! Hope I'll get some more feedback on this and that'll you guys like it! :) x