What Don't You Understand About Love? (ON HOLD)

When Lizzy finds out her best friend, Niall Horan, is in a world famous boyband, One Direction, what will happen to their relationship? Will Niall ever understand ever understand how much Lizzy loves and needs him? Is it possible that their hearts just aren't meant for each other? But finally, is Niall even sure he loves Lizzy? Some people just don't understand love...


37. Lost, But Not Found

The more I thought about it, the more worried I got. I hadn't seen Zayn and Mackenzie since the Halloween party, a week ago. Every time I tried to call them it would go straight to the machine. The other boys noticed this too, so we decided to try and find them. We all hopped into Louis' van and we drove to Zayn's house.

When we arrived, I jumped out of he car and headed for the door. Surprisingly, the font door was open, only the screen door closer. I gulped and opened the door, calling Zayn's name as I headed inside. The boys joined me in the house, Zayn's name echoing repeatedly off the walls. We walked through the house, hoping to find some sort of clue to where they, or at least one of them, were.

I headed up the stairs with Liam close behind me. I guess the guys didn't want me to get hurt. I reached the top of the staircase and peeked around the corner of the wall. There seemed to be no danger so I slowly stepped onto the second floor. Out of nowhere, Liam's hand tugged on the back of my shirt, jerking me back on the stairs. I gave him a questioning look, and he pointed to something behind me. I quietly turned around and saw a huge shadow, which obviously wasn't Zayn's, and we ran down the stairs.

Liam and I rounded up the rest of the boys as fast as we could, then slipped on our shoes and we were out the door. I let the boys go first, so I was the last one out the door. Just as I was about to close it,  a large hand firmly gripped my wrist and tried to yank me back inside. I screamed as I was being dragged back inside the house. I saw the boys heading up the porch steps as the door slammed shut and locked, the boys banging on the door. The mans other hand covered my mouth, trying to muffle the screams. But there was something else in his hand, a cloth. It really stunk, too. The last thing I thought before the darkness enveloped me was, "I'm sorry Niall, I love you..."

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