Meant To Be. (One Direction FanFiction)

When Emily's broken heart runs into the one of Niall Horan, will he be able to fix her Emily's heart and her misery, or break her heart like every other dick boy she's met.

Is her and Niall meant to be?



25. Ryan, Smiles and Blue Eyes.

Emily's P.O.V

I woke up suddenly.

"Wh-where am I?" I stuttered, confused. I suddenly felt a sharp pain around my face. I had been slapped.

"Shut it!!" A man shouted violently.

"Jesus man, calm down. She doesn't d-" another man started.

"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!" The first man shouted and pushed him back so he fell. I looked at him sympathetically. They all still had masks on.

I realised quickly, I was in a van. It juddered to a halt. The first man got out and went into the front with the driver. I was left with the other man, still on the floor. I looked over to him as the van started moving again.

I saw the man slowly taking off his shirt, revealing his bare torso and arms. There was blood all over his stomach. I gasped, causing him to look up at me. I crawled over to him, ripped off a bit of my clothing and slowly started wrapping it around his wound. He winced in pain every now and again. I noticed a knife beside him where he fell. He must of fallen onto it.

"Why are you doing this?" his voice startled me. It was low and quiet, he was a lot younger than the other one.

"You just fell onto a knife and cut your stomach, and you expect me to leave you there to bleed?"

"Pretty much, yeah," he chuckled slightly, then went serious again. "Look, I-" he started but stopped.

"What do you want with me?" I spat.

"I- I can't say, because, to be honest I don't know. I thought we were just coming for money,"

"Well, where are you taking me? And what did you do to Niall?!"

"Who's Niall? And I can't say sorry,"

I couldn't help but notice sadness in his voice, like he felt bad, guilty? "My boyfriend, Niall's my boyfriend!"

"The blonde one?"

I nodded. He shook his head, "not sure sorry," he replied.

"Look, I don't know what they want with you, and I'm really sorry, but I don't think it's going to be good,  prepare yourself for the worst!"

"You sound like you feel sorry for me.." I stated.

"That's cause I do."

Everything went silent for a bit.

"Do something then?" I asked.

"I'm afraid I can't, I didn't even want to do this. They made me!" He sounded angry. I stayed silent, not really sure what to say.

"What's the time anyway?"

He looked at his watch, "7 am"

"Jesus, how long have we been driving for?!" I asked.

"A long time,"

"Great," I sighed. Light was coming through small cracks where the doors are, so we could just about see, but not well. I looked up and met his gaze. His eyes were beautiful, they reminded me of Niall's eyes. He still had his mask on so I couldn't see the rest of his face.

Suddenly the van stopped again, and the doors burst open. Two men jumped in and grabbed me. I screamed, but instantly stopped when they held a knife to my throat. The tied rope around my arms and a blindfold around my eyes. They led me into a house, and I heard the door slam behind me. They chucked me down and ripped off my blindfold. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. The two men walked around, with the nice one following behind.

"Ryan, why the fuck are you shirtless and why do you have cloth wrapped around you?!!"

"I-I, fell and cut my stomach," Ryan stuttered. The man punched him around the jaw.


"IT'S NOT JUST A SMALL SCRATCH!" I screamed at him.

"What was that?" He asked, aggitated.

I stuttered, I couldn't get the words out properly, "He's been stabbed and he deserves better than that! He needs medical attention!" I told him. BIG mistake.

(a/n i'm going to call them 'man 1' and 'man 2' now okay? 'man 1' is the one that slapped her. 'man 2' hasn't done anything yet really. he was the driver. Okay)

Man 1 walked over to me. He pulled  out a knife and sliced down the  top of my chest, so it fell down my sides, revealing my chest. He held the knife to my stomach, and pressed, just hard enough for a few drops of blood to roll down my skin.

"Shout at me like that again, and you'll be getting more than a fucking scratch, GOT IT?!"

I nodded.

Both men left the room. Ryan rushed over to me. "I'm so sorry! Please, don't put yourself in danger for me! I'm used to it.." he told me. I tried to protest, but he pressed his finger to my lips. He took of his mask. He shook his head, fluffing his brown hair. His blue eyes sparkled with tears brimming.  He ran his hand through his hair.

"Please just keep quiet, okay? I don't want you getting hurt! Please.." He wrapped a blanket around me, covering up my body.

"Can I see?" I asked, unwrapping his bandage on his wound. I ripped off some more clothing, washed it with water from a tap at the back of the room and wrapped his wound again. He smiled,

"Thanks- uh, what's your name again?" he asked,  half smiling.


"That's a beautiful name. Thanks Emily."

I gazed into his eyes. For a moment, I forgot about being kidnapped, being miles and miles away from home! From Niall, from everyone.

I felt happy.

I sighed.

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