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...


38. Waking Up

I lifted up my head, which seemed very heavy at the time, and slowly opened my eyes. It was dark in this... whatever it was, and it took a moment to adjust to the lighting. I looked around the place to discover that it was Zayn's attic. Old boxes full of old furniture, clothes and childhood memories flooded, were overflowing everywhere. Suddenly, I noticed Zayn and Mackenzie tied up in the opposite corner, their bodies covered in scratches, bruises and dirt, their faces however, showed anger, despair, fright and sadness.

I wanted to run up to him and hug him, but I was tied up tightly as well. I tried calling to him, but my voice was muffled by the cloth over my mouth. I tried wiggling free and saw Mackenzie and Zayn violently shaking their heads, shouting a muffled, "NO!" I heard heavy footsteps behind me and I froze in place, too scared to move. "Well, someone's awake." He grumbled. I saw the front of his boots appear out of the corner o my eye, slowly inching closer and closer towards me. "Your coming with me." He said, lifting me up by the collar of my shirt and untying me. "And don't even think of running away." He whispered as he dragged me across the room by the back of my shirt. I looked up at Zayn with my terrified eyes and lifted a hand, wanting him to run up to me and take it, take me away from this monster.

He brought me into a smaller room with a wooden table and two folding chairs, probably stuff he found in the part of the attic we were tied up in before. He sat me down in one of the chairs, untying the cloth around my mouth and tied my hands behind me and my legs to the legs of the chairs. He sat down in the chair on the opposite side and turned on a desk lamp. I wanted to cry so hard and ask him what he wanted with me, or anyone who was here. "What do you know?" He asked in a low gravely voice. "About who?" I squeaked. "ONE DIRECTION!" He boomed at me, slamming his fists on the table and standing up. "Oh... I know lots about them." I mumbled, shrinking down in my chair, getting ready to tell him whatever I knew, or else there would be something bad for me...


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