Kidnapping Rachel

Mute by choice, seems weird, right? In the world of Rachel Vahn things are complicated, and broken. She's sick, and untreated. She's abused by her father. Her mom has been dead for years, and now Rachel has had enough. Things take a turn for weird when Rachel is kidnapped by the world's biggest heartthrobs, One Direction.


7. Chapter 7


I woke up to the sound of a loud banging on the door, and realized I was still in the loo. I carefully got up on my hands and knees, feeling weaker than the previous day. I shook my head slightly, and pushed myself up off of the floor. I carefully, and slowly opened the door to meet a pair of breath-taking blue eyes.

"Are you okay?" Asks Niall, worry is evident in his features.

I shook my head 'no' and sat on the floor. My eyes were unfocusing, and refocusing inconsistantly. I lay back on the floor, staring at the ceiling, blinking quickly. I hear Niall enter the loo, closing the door behind him, and sitting next to me.

 I shouldn't speak if my words are meaningless. I didn't want to break my rule until I knew I would be heard. I was already cursing myself for using words on myself, precious voice being wasted.

"You don't have to talk to me right now. Not talking means you'll be a good listener." He says thoughtfully.

I nod, indicating that I'm here to listen. He smiles at me, his blue eyes dance with excitment. I can tell he doesn't feel heard very often. I smiled reassuringly at him, my eyes still going crazy.

"I feel forgotten, and hated sometimes. But I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Dissorder about two years ago. I apparently obsessively overthink things. I put other people's problems before my own, I'm too afraid to face my own." He confesses, sighing with relief.

I was amazed at how much he had opened up to me about, even though I secretly already knew half of it. I looked at him, he was staring at me, something in his eyes told me that he genuinly cared. I wanted to talk to him, I wanted to tell him how crappy my life has been. Instead, I just directed my attention back to the cieling. I couldn't trust him, not yet. This could be a game, it could all be pretend, and I didn't want to get hurt. I swallowed my unused words, remaining quiet.

"I like you." he blurted, catching me off gaurd.

I looked at him, and he was still staring at me. A crimson red raced up my neck, and rest on my cheeks as I gnawed on my lip.

 "I'm sorry that I wasn't able to keep you safe, I never meant you any harm by bringing you here. Zayn and Harry are just having off-days, I guess." He said with a sorrowful expression.

I only nod. I didn't want to think about them, they harmed me, and that won't change.

"You still look hungry." He states with a smile.

I nod, and push myself off the ground, my eyes now steadily focused. I follow Niall into the now empty kitchen, and he makes me a bowl of mush.

I nod my thanks. I eat the warm substance slowly, filling the emptiness of my aching stomach. When I was done, I smile warmly at him, and yawn. Lately, due to my nameless illness, I have grown tired more easily. Niall looks at me, he then comes over to me. He picks me up gently, and takes me to his room. I cuddle into his chest, feeling safe and comfortable.

When we get to his room, he sets me on the bed, handing me a large shirt, and a pair of soft shorts. He points to the ensuite, and I walk into it. I avoid gazing in the mirror, and quickly get dressed. I walk out, my hair is still in cruel knots on my head.

"Do you want me to brush your hair?" Niall asks softly.

I smile and nod. He gets a brush, and I sit on the floor as he sits on a chair. He gently demolishes all of the knots in my hair. When he was finished, he led me towards the bed, and I got in after some convincing. I was still scum, I didn't deserve his bed.

He started to leave, so I grabbed hold of his wrist and shook my head. I patted the spot next to me. I was scared of Harry and Zayn. I needed to be safe. Niall was my safety.

He sighed, and got into bed, and I lay on my side facing him. His presence made me feel safe.

"Goodnight." He yawned sleepily.

I fell asleep thinking, I was falling for him, and I didn't know if he was going to be able to catch me.


(A/N: Hey Guys!! I am sorry it took so long to update, busy days! Also, sorry this chapter sucked! I am running out of ideas, any suggestions? Any ideas? Anyways, comment what your oppinion, and what you think should happen. I love you all! xoxox ~ SammyBear)

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