One Way Ticket to One Direction 2

Sequel to my first fanfic: "One Way Ticket to One Direction" check that out so this book makes sense! :) and for the rest of you that read my other book I hope you enjoy this book too! Stay awesome everyone!

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5. I'm not crazy!

~Narrator's Pov~

The blonde Irish boy rested against the wall helplessly. The boy had a few scratches and bruises that went up to his neck and down to his chest and pale arms.

His eyes flutter open and he gazes around the white small room and sees nothing but blank white walls around him. He begins to whisper to himself quietly in the corner of the room. After a while of talking and looking around the room, he realized where he was at...rehab.

~Niall's Pov~

Pain...aches...bruises...blood...hospital...Kalel...Lewis...Tanya. It's all coming back to me. What happened earlier to Kalel and her brother. Tanya hurting Kalel...the girls.

I stand to my feet and walk around the sides of the room smelling dry blood from my shirt. I slide my hand against the cushioned wall looking for a door. Nothing. I start to bang on the walls. "Get me out of here!" I shouted, "I'm not crazy! Please!" No answer.

I sit against the wall and hug my knees. What am I going to do? No one knows that I'm in the crazy house right now. How badly did Tanya hurt me? Most importantly what's going on with Kalel and Lewis? Are they dead?

"Please stand to your feet and step on the red dot in the middle." A voice said through the speaker.

I look towards the middle and see a red dot appear from the floor. I get up and walk towards the red dot. Wait, what am I doing?

"Please give us your name, age, and where you're from." The voice said.

"Niall...Niall Horan, I'm 20-years-old, and I'm from Ireland. Who might you be?" I ask him.

"Jim. Now, please put your arms up shoulder length." I do as I'm told.

A flash suddenly appears in front of my eyes. "Agh!" I cover my eyes and open them again to see a man in the room.

He stood about 6 feet tall, black messy hair, and he was maybe in his late twenties. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a white torn up T-shirt. A smile appeared on his face when I looked up at him.

"Hi, Niall. I'm Jim."

"What am I doing here?" That was the first thing I wanted to know.

"Well, the guard from the hospital said you were..." I cut him off.

"I know, I know, I was going crazy and shit." I exclaim.

"To be honest, I don't think you're crazy," he whispers to me as it lightly echoed in the room.

"Then why don't you let me go?"

"I can't. My boss will kill me, and by kill I mean fire me."

"I understand that...so is there anyway I can get out any sooner?"

"You just have to do as you are told when someone speaks into the mic."

"How long will this last?"

"Maybe from 2-3 days."

"2-3 days?! I need to get out more sooner than that!" I shout.

"Now Niall, yelling is not going to help you get out faster from the crazy house. Trust me. People stayed in so long because they yelled all the time. Just follow what I tell you to do. Stay calm, do as you are told and answer when you are asked something."

"What if I can't do a certain thing?"

"You seem fine," He answers.

I lift the hem of my shirt revealing a big cut on my side. I got it from Tanya when I grabbed her and slammed her against the wall last night...well, I think it was last night.

"What happened?" He asks.

I go on for a while telling him from the beginning when we met the girls to the present where we are at this point on tour. It probably wasn't a great idea to tell him about this crazy adventure, but I just had to let it out. It kind of felt nice to let out what I've been holding on to what felt like forever.

Maybe I was going crazy with these little things eating me alive the whole time.

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