You Found Me

A boy kidnapped. But this is not just your average boy. He's a cute, charming, Irish boy, who belongs to an internationally famous boy band, One Direction. A girl, kidnapped as well. She however, thinks of herself as your average American girl, nothing special. Raine Lowe is taken against her will and held in an unknown location. All she knows is that she has been kidnapped and that she might not ever see the light of day again. When she's locked in a cellar, is it coincidence that she is placed in the same room the same kidnapped Irish boy she saw on the news, better known as Niall Horan?


2. Chapter 2

I groggily return to a semiconscious state. My eyes slowly flutter open, my breath quickens and I suddenly remember the current predicament. Apparently, I’m in a dark place because I can see absolutely nothing. I attempt to sit in an upright position, but I’m returned to my former position, by something that seems like a low hanging ceiling. 

    I try to open my mouth to scream, but it won’t open, due to some duct tape sealing my mouth closed. Wherever I am, it smells musty, its dark, and its hot. I reach for whatever my hand may find with my good arm, and feel an odd carpeting of some sort covering the ground, or whatever I’m lying on. I continue to reach around, adding the carpet to my growing list of clues that may tell me where I am.

    I remind myself that panicking won’t help, and that I must remain absolutely calm. I feel something made of hard rubber, with metal in the middle? It’s round, and hard... And then it dawns on me. I’m in the trunk of a car, and what I’m feeling is a spare tire. 


    Stay calm, breathe, breathe, I tell myself. Okay, I’ve seen movies on this stuff. I find my phone in my back pocket. I’ll just call 911. I unlock the iPhone only to realize I have no service. 




    Just then, the car halts to a violent stop. I hear muffled voices outside the trunk. The trunk lid swings open, sunlight filling the dark, musty trunk. Momentarily blinded, I shield my eyes to allow my them to adjust. 

    Wrong move. Now they know I’m awake. God, I’m so stupid, I could’ve just pretended I was asleep and maybe I could have snuck a little peak of where we’re at, to help me escape. 

    Again, the cloth is brought to my face forcefully, and I’m once again out cold.


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    The second time I resurfaced, I was lying on the ground in some sort of a cellar. It was dark except for some light shed through a small window at the very tip top of the 10 foot wall. It smelled worse than the trunk had, and I coughed as the moldy smell hit my nose. 

    Suddenly, I noticed a body at the other end of my cellar. Not a dead body, at least  I hope. I shakily stood up, but my head pounded from the earlier events. I resorted to a one arm crawl, while carefully cradling by broken arm. I soon managed to reach the other side of the basement.

    I checked the pulse of the body. My fingers rose and fell with the heartbeat of the person. I examined the person. They were sleeping (or unconscious, I’m not quite sure). It’s definitely a boy, his dirty blonde hair messy and damp. His face was sweaty and scratched, a bruise along his jaw, and a busted lip. He appeared to have braces, and his white V neck tshirt looked dirty and tattered, as well as his jeans. His feet were bare and dirty, and his arms were bruised, scarred, and bloody.

    I gingerly ran my finger along his jaw bruise. His eyelids slightly parted and beautiful blue eyes met mine. His eyes widened and he scrambled to sit up, but failed and weakly fell back to the ground. I slid my hand under his head just before it hit the ground and cushioned the impact. 


“Please don’t hurt me”, he begged. I noticed a strong, Irish accent peering through his words. 


“I won’t I promise”, I lightly said. He looked up at me from his lying position. I could see pain, confusion, and desperation all peering back at me. This boy looks so familiar...


“Who are you?”, he questioned, quietly and weakly. 


“I’m Raine. Raine Lowe. I think I’ve been kidnapped and brought here.”


“They got you too?” 


“Yeah, were you kidnapped as well?”, I asked.


    He slowly sat upright, groaning. I put my hand behind him to catch him in case he fell again. 


“Yeah”, his sad eyes momentarily met with mine but quickly turned to the floor.


    And that’s when it clicked. This was the boy I saw from the news! The boy from that band, One Dimension? No... One Direction? Yeah, I think that’s it... Flashbacks from the screaming fans and his family, to his devastated band mates appeared before my eyes. 


“Wait, I know who you are!”, I whisper-shouted. “You’re that boy from that band... That British band?”


“Yeah, that’s me”, he laughed pitifully.


“Don’t worry, we’ll get out of here somehow.”




**Author's Note**

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