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?


4. Nowhere in Sight


"Where did he go?" Harry paced the floor, wearing through the old carpet. "He's late, and we should've left an hour ago." He banged on Niall's closed hotel door for the fifth time in the hour.

"Hazza, if he was there, don't you think he would've opened up by now?" Louis asked as he gently pushed Harry out of the way. He put his hand on the cold, brass knob and quietly turned it. The door squeaked Louis slowly opened it. The light from the hall quickly passed into the dark room. No lights were on.

"Niall?" Louis asked, his mouth instantly went dry. He didn't like the looks of this. The door fully opened, leaving a fairly neat apartment. Harry flicked on the lights and slowly stepped in, his heart beating fast. The bed was straight ahead, and it wasn't made, it looked as though Niall had just woken up. On a shelf was an open suitcase, clothes overflowing onto the shelf and then down to the floor. The bathroom was clean, with a dirty towel hanging neatly on the rack.

"There's no sign of him," Harry bluntly said. "We need to tell someone. Who knows where he went."


Authors Note

Sorry about the short chapters! Hopefully they'll get longer soon!

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