Punk'd [Punk Niall]

He threatened to murder them. My family. The only way to save them, was to leave the band. So I left my life of luxury to save them. I faked suicide for my family.Now everyone thinks I'm dead. My family, friends, the band, the fans, everyone.They put me on the streets of rainy Seattle with nothing but a duffel bag with extra clothes. They put me in a gang living in the shadows. I went from the happy and sweet Niall everyone knew to the punk with too many tattoos living in the alleyways.

I am Niall James Horan, and I am a punk.

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2. Chapter 1

Liam's POV

I woke at the repetitive sound of my alarm clock. I groaned and sunk into the bed, shielding myself from the beeping with the blanket. Knowing I would have to get up, I sat up and walked over to my alarm. I slammed my hand on it and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

I got to the kitchen to see a note that lay on the counter. I furrowed my eyebrows. Did Paul leave a note about something we had to do today I thought. But today we had a day off. Curiosity took over as I walked over to the mystery note. I picked it up and began to read the sloppy, tear stained paper.

Dear Boys,

I'm sorry for doing this. It's just that I can't do this anymore. It's to hard. Being the main interest in the public eye, it gets you hate. A lot of the hate is directed toward me. Saying I'm untalented, ugly, kill myself, the list goes on. I had recently fallen into a depression, but hid it with fake smiles and empty laughs. I am leaving, leaving this world. Committing suicide. I just can't do it anymore. Tell my family I love them more than words can describe and I wrote individual letters to each of you to explain. I jumped off the bridge above the river, so search for my body in the river. I'm completely, utterly sorry to leave so suddenly. But I will see you guys when your time comes. Mine just happened to come early. Bye boys. I love you all. <3

-Niall

W-w-what? N-n-niall is d-d-de-dead? The tears poured out of my puppy brown eyes like niagra falls. I rushed to pick up my individual note and gift and began to read.

Dear Liam,

Liam, what can I say? You were my best friend durrring the X-factor, the first one there when I was sad, and I lived to see my best friend every day. I remember the time when a fan shouted at me that I was untalented and to get off the stage, but you looked me straight in the eyes and sang to me. I will never froget that because that was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done. I remember when we would joke around and I would hold up spoons to your face, and you would always buy me Nandos, any time of any day. And I cherish those moments I have with you guys because I know one day we won't be together 24/7 like we are now. Goodbye for now Liam. I love you buddy.

-Niall<3

The light smile was wiped clear off my face when i noticed the boys still didn't know. I ran down the hallway and pounded on their doors.

"OPEN UP NOW! PLEASE! YOU NEED TO SEE THIS!"

They all werily walked out of their rooms, exept Niall...

"Li, why did you wake us up? I was still sleeping?" a still sleepy Louis said. I guess they noticed my crying because sympithetic looks were washed onto their faces.

"Whats wrong Liam? And where's Niall?" asked Harry.

I held up the note and shoved the note in their faces. They still seemed confused so I read the note outloud.

"I'm sorry for doing this. It's just that I can't do this anymore. It's to hard. Being the main interest in the public eye, it gets you hate. A lot of the hate is directed toward me. Saying I'm untalented, ugly, kill myself, the list goes on. I had recently fallen into a depression, but hid it with fake smiles and empty laughs. I am leaving, leaving this world. Committing suicide. I just can't do it anymore." I paused to wipe away stray tears, and continued. "Tell my family I love them more than words can describe and I wrote individual letters to each of you to explain. I jumped off the bridge above the river, so search for my body in the river. I'm completely, utterly sorry to leave so suddenly. But I will see you guys when your time comes. Mine just happened to come early. Bye boys. I love you all. Niall" I finished. I looked into three horrified faces.

"He's dead. He jumped."

Time seemed to freeze for a minute. The world around us suddenly stopped to this tragedy. Harry fell to his knees in sobs, along with the others.

"He left notes for all of us" I said, handing them each their notes. I watched as their eyes scanned over the paper, letting more tears fall. While they read there letters on the floor, I walked into Niall's room.

I saw everything the same. Clothes strewn randomly over the floor, an Irish flag hung on the wall, everything was the same. I flicked my head over to his closet. It was different than before. Clothes were missing and so was his duffel bag. Maybe he didn't die, but rather he just... left.

"Boys come in here!"

I heard three pairs of feet come rushing in the room and was greeted with three pairs of eyes fixed on me.

"What is it Liam?" Zayn asked quietly.

"Look over here, some of his clothes are off the hanger and missing. And his duffel bag is gone too. Why would he commit suicide bringing multiple pairs of clothes and a duffel?"

Shock was written all across there faces. I guess they are thinking the same thing.

"So, you think h-he just l-l-left?" Harry asked. I nodded.

"Then lets go search for him! We can't just sit here and do nothing!" Louis exclaimed.

"He probably doesn't want to be found. Lets just stay here. There's  nothing we can do" I hung my head.

They sighed and slumped to there rooms to cry most likely. I did the same. The tears poured out by the bucket fulls. I just want Niall back. Dead or alive.

 

Niall's POV

I walked down the vacant London streets. How will I get tattoos? I didn't even get screws on my ankles, like all the other boys have. And piercings? I have seen punk boy wanna-bees, and I can't imagine myself with all of those imprints and studs on my body.

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt myself being yanked by my hood. I screamed out in terror but no one heard my pleas. I was set on a cushy seat. I opened my pale blue eyes to be met with three people with black hoods covering there faces.

"Hello Niall" the one on the left spoke.

"Why did you pick me?" I asked.

"Because we felt like we wanted an innocent celebrity, and you fit the description" the person on the right said.

"Now we are going to take you to Seattle, Washington in America. You will wake up in an ally with your gang.You will have tattoos and piercings so don't scream when you see them or they will kill you. Do as they say or we will capture your family again and there will be no warning before we kill them. Understood?" the person in the middle spoke with a cold and heartless voice. I gulped and nodded.

The one on the left poured a liquid onto a cloth, and brought it to my mouth. I wriggled around in his grip like a puppy but he held me still. I learned that I can brethe out of my nose to avoid passing out. He sensed this and pinched my nose shut.

"Not this time Niall" was the last I heard before slipping into a world of darkness.

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