“In latest news, members of the crime gang One Direction, Niall Horan aged 21 and Liam Payne also aged 21 have escaped from prison just a few hours ago. The police advise that everybody stay indoors and to make sure all your windows and doors are shut and locked. Whatever you do, do not approach them as they are highly dangerous and armed. The other three member’s whereabouts are still unknown. Up Next, the secrets to getting a perfect summer body that-"

I grabbed the remote and switched the TV off, just sitting on my couch staring blankly at the black TV screen. One Direction sent shivers down my spine and Goosebumps up my arms. And not the good kind either. I know all about them since my big brother Connor works for Interpol and has been working on their case for years. My brother told me that they’re wanted for murder, rape, kidnappings, drug dealings, selling and buying of weapons, the whole shebang! The list goes on forever. They’d scared me to no end! I hope I never run in with them, may God bless my soul.
I jumped at the sound of my phone ringing. I sigh with relief. Hearing the news had made me a little jumpy. Looking at the ID, I smile when I see my brother is calling me. “Why hello big brother.” I say, plopping back own on the sofa. “How’s my little bluebird doing?” he asks. I giggle at his little nickname for me. “I’m alright. Will you be home soon?” I ask. Silence…. “Connor?” I ask again. “Heidi… I’m not coming home tonight.” He says finally. The smile falls from my face. “What?”
“Interpol wants me to be on the search party for Niall Horan and Liam Payne.” I shudder at the mere mention of their names. I start to freak. “Connor what am I supposed to do? What if they break into my house and kill me!? Oh my god!” I begin to hyperventilate. Of all nights, my brother has to work late. “Heidi. Heidi listen to me!” I stop my ranting and close my eyes. “I’m listening.” I whisper. “I want you to lock all the doors and windows and make sure you don’t go outside until I get home alright?” I nod my head before realising that he couldn’t see me. “Okay.” Came my shaky reply.
“I love you bluebird. Stay safe.” He said. “I love you too Connor.” I say before hanging up. The room stays quiet for a while until my stomach growls. I reluctantly pull myself from my comfortable position on the couch and saunter my way over to the pantry. I deadpanned. “Of course big brother had forgotten to go grocery shopping yesterday. I angrily slammed the pantry door closed and slumped to the ground. I bite my lip. Would it really kill me if I made a five minute stop at the Deli? I probably have a 1 in 100 chance of being kidnapped or killed. It’s either go or stay home all day with no food.
Without a second thought, I rushed up stairs to change out of my batman Pj’s and into a blue plaid hoodie, denim jeans and combat boots before fixing my hair is a bun and heading down stairs. Grabbing my phone, wallet and keys I walk out the front door, making sure it’s locked. Just as I got inside my Jeep, it begins pelting down with rain. “Once again, the weather reports have lied to me.” I sigh. They can never get the weather right.
It only took five minutes to get to the Deli from my house. I decided against waiting the rain out as I didn’t want to be alone here any longer than I had too. Quickly jumping out of my car, I dash inside the Deli. I thanked my lucky stars that I hadn’t gotten too wet.
Looking around the Deli, it was completely deserted. There wasn’t even a cashier around which was weird. If no-one’s here the why does the sign say open? “Hello?” No answer. “Is anyone here?” Again I was met with silence. I was starting to freak out. I slowly walk up to the counter and peaked my head over and let out a terrifying scream at what I saw. Slumped on the ground, blood everywhere was the cashier with a slit throat and bullet hole in his chest.
I felt like throwing up. I didn’t bother to stop the tears escaping my eyes. I quickly rummaged through my clothes for my phone when I remember leaving it in my car. Now I was hyperventilating. I begin to back away when I felt something cold and hard being pressed to my back. And a clicking noise. I gulp realising what it is. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” a husky Irish voices purrs into my ear. I feel his arm wrap itself around my waist. I did the first thing that came into my head. I tried to run. “Let me go!” I cry.
The man just chuckles at my feeble attempts of escape. “Now why would I do that?” he asks, his voice dripping with sadistic humour as he tightens his grip to the point where my hips feel numb. “What’s your name?” he asks, his breath tickling my neck, sending Goosebumps up my arms. I was too scared to answer. “Perhaps I didn’t make myself clear.” He growls and roughly shoves me against one of the aisles, gun against my temple, his hand wrapped around my throat. As soon as I saw him I knew who he was. I should’ve recognised his voice. Blonde hair, tall, tattoos and piercings… An Irish accent… He’s…
…Niall Horan…The guy who murders and rapes girls like me for the fun of it… the guy who shows no mercy or kind emotions… The guy who was the leader of One Direction… The most wanted crime gang in the world… was holding me at gunpoint.
“I’ll not hesitate to end your life right here, right now like that cashier.” He growled and I whimpered in reply. God bless that poor cashier’s soul. “And more.” He added suggestively with a smirk as he took in my body. Did he mean he was going to…rape me!? The thought of being raped almost made me pass out. “I’ll ask you again. What. Is. Your. Name!?” he demands pressing the gun harder to my head. My eyes flicker from the gun to his face. “Heidi Thompson.” I squeak making him smirk. I visibly relax when the gun was removed from my head but tensed again when it was pressed against my stomach. “Oh yes. I’ve heard about you.” He laughs.
“You’re Connor’s little sister. Things just got hell of a lot more interesting.” He smirked, taking pleasure in the fear etched across my features. My whole shakes under his intimidating form. God why did big brother have to be enemies with One Direction!? “I know all about you.” He taunts. “Age 18, 5 foot 3, born in Barcelona Spain, Parents died at age 5 in a stabbing incident.” His face inches closer to mine as whispers into my ear. “A virgin.” My eyes widen. H-how did we know that?
His piercing blue eyes looked down at me as I stared at him with my scared brown ones. “You’re mine. You belong to me now Heidi. And there’s nothing you can do or say that will change that.” Before his words could sink in properly, his lips captured mine in a rough and forceful kiss. I was shocked. He was kissing me. Niall Horan was kissing me! He just stole my first kiss! I lost my first kiss to a criminal. I did the only thing I could do and cried. I yelp as his hands slowly find their way under my shirt and make their way to chest. “I’m going to enjoy taking away your innocence.” He smirked. It took every fibre of my body to not scream as he began squeezing my breasts hard. I felt so violated! His hands had killed so many innocent people. Hi hands have been all over countless of other girls’ bodies as he raped them. And now his hands wanted me.
His hands remove themselves from my chest as he places a pair of handcuffs around my wrist. “You’re my prisoner little bluebird. Say goodbye to your world. You’re in my world now.” All I could do was nod obediently. He had a frigging gun! I wasn’t gonna try anything stupid.
We exist the store roughly shoves me inside his car and slams the door shut. Niall jumps into the driver’s seat and speeds off. The deli, my home, my past life… nothing but I speck in the distance. “Where are we going?” I managed to ask. “The airport.” He said emotionless, his face stoic. Oh god! If we left the country, I would never see my brother again. “Why?”
Niall smirked at me through the rear-view mirror. “To Holland to pick up a few friends of mine.” I knew who his friends were. I gulped. Niall seemed to enjoy watching me cower in fear. I just had to be the 1 out of 100.

I was so screwed…

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