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...


40. Reunited

As soon as my capturer left, I began shaking viciously and bawling my eyes out. I squirmed around, trying to get out of this stupid chair. I finally managed to slip one arm loose, so I brought my other arm in front of me and began to untie my legs. "I'm going to fucking kill him." I mumbled repeatedly as I ripped at the ropes. When I was free, I opened the door to the room and looked around. I saw Zayn and Mackenzie in the corner where I last saw them, except now they were crying harder.

I hurried over to them and untied the gags around their mouths. "Are you guys okay?" I asked. "W-we thought y-you were gone." Zayn stammered, choking on his words. "You know I wouldn't leave without a fight." I said, putting a half smile on their faces. "So what do we do?" Mackenzie whimpered. "Well I could untie you guys and we can go downstairs and take the back door outside, then wait for douchebag to come back here with the others, and we can maybe attack him or something." I explained. "Or we could just call the police when he gets here." Zayn said. "I think that's a better idea." I said and began to untie them.

As soon as Zayn was untied, I got a huge bear hug from him, then the same from Mackenzie. We quietly headed down the attic stairs, just in case there was anyone here. Sure enough there was a "guard" dozing off at the bottom of the stairs. We crept around him, and Zayn told Mackenzie and I to head outside while he grabbed a phone. We tip-toed to the sliding door and slid it open, stepping outside and waiting for Zayn. He arrived moments later with one of his landline phones in hand, and as he stepped outside, we heard the creak of the front door opening. Zayn slipped outside and we closed the patio door, quickly dashing to the side of the house.

We sat down against the wall, breathing heavily, and I took the phone from Zayn and dialled the number for the police station. "What is your emergency?" A woman asked. "Ok so my two friends and I were captured by this maniac but we managed to get outside and call you. The only problem is, he now has the four others. Can you send police?" I whispered. "Alright, stay calm. Now what is the address?" She asked. "365 Birch Street. Please hurry!" I whispered worriedly. I hung up and moved closer to Zayn, wishing that this would be over soon. 

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