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?


2. Thinking

Niall… how did you get here? Where are you? Had a few too many drinks? Slowly as Niall’s eyes adjusted to the blinding darkness, he sat up and turned his head from side to side. Light seeped from overtop, it seemed like a trap door. Thinking, he realized he was most likely underground.

But what happened? The boy thought, squinting through the darkness as if the answer would come from nowhere. He closed his eyes, and thought, telling himself to think. The last thing he remembered was walking the streets of Paris… Knowing there had to be a reason why, Niall remembered that he was hungry, and was in search of food.

But people don’t go from walking on a busy street to a dungeon. The darkness taunted him, as if it knew everything. It swirled around, as if a whirlwind. Wherever Niall looked, there it was.  

“C’mon!” He hoarsely whispered to himself, racking his brain for anything he could remember. Anything. No. Nothing came to him. It suddenly dawned on him that he was without his four best mates. Where were they? Were they somewhere around here? “Harry?? Zayn???? Louis???? Liam???” Niall called with his barely audible voice through the darkness. The sounds bounced off the concrete walls, and seemed to slap him on the cheek. “Where am I?”

Deciding to adventure, the boy got on all fours, and started crawling around. He bumped into a box, which seemed to be a bed, because there was a blanket on it. There was nothing else.

Suddenly laughing appeared from above Niall. He looked up, wondering who was making the noise. Was it Harry? Was this just a big joke?

Footsteps sounded, and echoed. More voices, this time talking. The air suddenly got tense, and Niall stood up, realizing that it was tall enough for him to stand. There were advantages for being short, he thought.

Someone was fiddling with the trap door, and it suddenly swung open. The darkness which surrounded the helpless boy a second ago, now completely vanished to the outside, and fresh air with a bright light took its place.

What was happening?

A gruff man’s head appeared from above. He had a long beard, with even a longer face.

“Good to see you’re up!” He laughed.

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