I Will Come Back To You

The amazing series Noughts and Crosses has become a reality. What will happen when popstar Niall Horan is caught in the thick of it?


2. Prisoners

Niall's P.O.V:


My ankle hurts, my back aches and I'm freezing. I lifted my heavy eye-lids and I was completely taken aback by what I was seeing! Was I actually in a cage? Am I dreaming? I can't actually be in a bamboo cage by a harbour! And I'm not the only one. It's a pretty big cage, you can stand up, walk around, even get lost because of how many people are trapped in here. And I don't mean to be racist or anything but I can't help but notice that there are black guys, with guns I might add, patrolling around the cage and just white people inside. I have got to be dreaming.

"Excuse me," I asked an armed guy. "What is all this?"

"You are going to go through what our ancestors went through." Replied a harsh voice with an African accent.

"What?" I looked at him bewildered.

"Black slavery. We are going to give you a taste of your own medicine."

"But that was nearly 200 years ago. This has got nothing to do with us. There are children here, just let us go."

"There were children on the plantations too."

"Your mad. And how have you not been caught yet?"

He chuckled and walked off. Bastard. Another guard was walking past.

"Excuse me," I asked again. "Everyone here is English. It's the Americans that did that to your ancestors. Not us. Please let us go!"

"You don't sound very English."

"I'm Irish."

"Have you not done your history? It was the English who kidnapped us from our homelands. It was the English who took us to American soil. It was the English who sold us to American Plantation owners. It might have been the Americans who owned us and treated us like dirt but it was because of the English we were owned in the first place."

"How many people have you kidnapped?"

"Couple of hundred at least." And he briskly walked off.

For god sake's! What is wrong with these people? I'm not racist! I wouldn't even dream of doing this to anyone no matter who they were. No-one here would. They're lunatics who need to be locked up! What's going to happen? Will I ever see the lads again or get my life back? Will I ever see my family again? I hope to god I'm dreaming.

Not too far away, I heard a girl singing Can We Dance by The Vamps. She can't actually sing for her life but it sounded beautiful anyway. As I searched for her among the mass of people, I couldn't help but notice that the majority of people were either under 18 or female. Finally, I spotted the singing girl. 

I think my heart skipped a beat. She was gorgeous just sitting by herself, fiddling with her long, light brown, wavy hair. She looked about 16 and I think she was crying. Concerned, I walked over to her.

"Hi." I said sitting down next to her. Immediately, she stopped singing and looked up at me while wiping away some tears. I get could lost in her twinkling blue eyes all day.

"Hi." She sniffled a little wearily. Then, she gasped. "Oh my god! Are you...?"

"...Niall Horan?" I finished for her. Suddenly, she embraced me in a huge hug. She was so cold and so fragile that I couldn't help but to return the hug.

"I'm so scared." She whimpered.

"Aren't we all. What's your name by the way?" Damn, she was the one who pulled away from the hug first.

"Oh, I'm Lewington, Charlie Lewington." Her James Bond impression was really funny. It's as if all her worries were suddenly gone.

"So Charlie, is that short for anything?"

"Charlotte, but I hate that name." It was a beautiful name.

"So are you hear alone?"

"Apparently so."

"How old are you?"

"14." She couldn't be.

"Whatever happens, I'll look after you."



Everyone here as young as her had a sibling, parent or a friend at least. She was on her own, someone had to be there for her. Just as a gust of bitter wind hit us, she snuggled into me for some extra warmth. I don't think I want all of what's happened today to be a dream after all.

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