Niall Horan; the famous pop band singer. The teenage heart throb. That's him. He's the one that makes the girls swoon and cry, especially when he gets kidnapped from Paris.

Why? Because he's famous. But don't count on him giving up. Maybe love can help him through this?


6. A Dream?

About two hours later Niall stubbed his toe on a piece of what at first seemed to be scrap wood, but it ended up being stairs. He fell as he tried to figure out how many steps there were. The gun met his back, as he quickly tried to scramble up.

“This, Niall, is going to be your home for the next little while,” one of the captors explained as he opened up the front door and pushed Niall in. the door slammed shut, rattling the whole house, as the sack was removed from Niall’s head.

He blinked several times to adjust to the light, but soon saw that it was rundown house. They were standing by a set of stairs, which were covered by filthy carpet that was long overdue for a clean.

“We’ll let you walk around the house by yourself, but if you ever attempt to step outside that door or call for help…” the man let the sentence trail and put at his neck as he pretended to slit it, threatening to kill Niall.

The second captor, who Niall now saw had overgrown hair, went up to Niall and ripped the tape from his mouth, forcefully and fast.

“Ahhh!” Niall gasped, as his lips stung. It had taken hair with it. His hands got the same treatment, and he was sure he had no more hair around his wrists. Slowly he took his hands to the front, and rubbed his wrists, trying to forget the stinging sensation.

“Go upstairs,” the first captor, who was wearing his work clothes, as if he was going to go to work. Niall saw that his shirt was from McDonalds, and the name tag said Jeff. He didn’t get to see much else though, as the gun was soon pointed at him since he didn’t move fast enough. His heart beating, and sweating, Niall ran up the stairs, three at a time until he reached the top. He was directed to the left, and then to a small door.

“This is your room,” the second man said as he had followed them up the stairs and opened the door, revealing a small, dark room with no windows. A string in the middle was pulled and the dim light turned on. “The bathroom is down the hall. Don’t you dare try to escape,” he was once again threatened as he was pushed into the room, and it closed behind him.

Another tear fell down Niall’s dirty cheek as he looked at his surroundings. There were shelves around all three walls. They were basically empty, except for the forgotten toy, or book. He made himself comfortable on the floor, leaning against the far wall.

“Is this a dream?” He asked out loud, waiting for the darkness in the corners to answer.

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