She has been stolen from her family by her favorite band. How will she react? Will she cope well, or will she freak out? Read to find out...


10. Major Freak Out

Araelia's pov
*at the police station* "PLEASE FIND MY DAUGHTER!!!" She was kidnapped before my eyes. But she was a master of so many fighting styles. If she hadn't been so entranced by the fair, she would never have been taken! Why did I take her to that stupid fair? I don't know what to do, and I am panicking. Sitting on the chair behind me, is Shailey. She refused to leave me wanting instead, to help me find her. We've been here for hours trying to find her and getting nowhere. I look back at her and I can see that the hours we've both spent begging and pleading for them to let us help Lyla, have taken a serious toll on her. Suddenly, her eyes glaze. I wonder why, but don't quite dare to say anything
Shailey's pov
Fighting. I'm fighting to get away from the police. Numb. The only thing I can feel is a desperate need to get to her. I'm detached, unconnected from the world and myself. My best and only friend is being taken away. I have to get her back. I run. Arms hold me back. I fight against them. Nothing I can do. Too strong. The arms are too strong. She's gone. I can do nothing. I slide to the ground. Sobbing. Racking sobs come from my body. But I can hear them as if from a distance. I am disconnected even from myself. A part of my mind becomes clear. I have to find her. I grab Ray's hand and together we run to the police station to save her daughter and my friend.
end flashback
 I'm sitting in the chair at the police station. It is hard and uncomfortable, but I don't care. All I can think about is Lyla. I've spent several hours in this place, yelling at police officers who say they can't release any information to us. They stopped us from getting to her, and now they can't tell us anything!? It's not okay. But I'm not mad anymore. I don't know how to feel anything anymore. I'm completely numb. Then I start to panic, and I can't see anymore.
Lyla's pov
its getting late, and I'm getting tired. The boys take Jason and me down the one hall I haven't been in. There are three rooms in one side of it. And two on the other, with a bathroom. Three doors on each side. Just like the other hall. It is identical. "Choose your room Lyla," Niall says from behind me. I look back at him and smile. "I want that one." I say pointing to the door right at the first of the hall, right across from the bathroom. He smiles and nods, and I go in and drop on my bed, before realizing that I need my bags. I saw all three of them in a corner of the living room. How did they know they were all mine? Oh well. I head back into the hall, as Jason chooses the room at the end of the hall on the same side as me. I turn and go to the living room, where o grab my bags and go back into my room. I drop them and go to walk out, running right into Niall, whom I hadn't seen enter my room in the first place. I blush and look down with a slight smile. "I didn't know you knew how to do that," he says gently. I'm confused, which brings my head up. I look into his eyes, and he understands, or seems to, because he explains, "blush, I mean." It makes me blush even more. I look back at the floor. He just stares at me, I can feel his eyes on the back of my head, having his eyes on me is kind of comforting. I relax slightly, and back up until I can drop onto the bed again. He sits next to me. "I know how you feel, so please don't interrupt, but I am seriously sorry that we came up with this plan in the first place. It was horrible, and I can't believe we took you away from your family like that. I hope that when you said that you forgave me, that you meant it, but if not, I hope you can." I start laughing. I'm laughing so hard that I'm soon gasping for breath. "Look" I say, "if you feel that bad, I'm starving. You can start there if you want. I don't know where anything is in that kitchen in there."
Niall's pov
She laughs. It is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. It starts as a chuckle, but increases till she is gasping, hardly able to breathe. "Look" she says in between giggles, "if you feel that bad, I'm starving. You can start there if you want." I catch the if you want, and realize that she is not mad in the least. She would very much be willing to go and get food herself. "I don't know where anything g is in that kitchen is in there." Eagerly, I jump up and go into the kitchen. I reach into the fridge and pull out cheese. Then on top of the fridge where I grab bread. As I'm turning, I realize she followed me in here. I quickly pull out a chair for her at the table. She delicately perches on the edge of the chair, crossing one leg over the other. I catch myself staring at her smiling face, and turn around quickly, blushing. I reach into a cupboard, and pull out a grilled-cheese sandwich maker. I plug it in, and quickly make two sandwiches. I latch the lid closed and pull up a chair to talk to her while I wait for them to finish. We don't end up talking, just staring at each other. I'm in a sort of trance, and don't know for how long I've sat there, just staring, when a beep pulls me back into reality. I jump, and look around, scared, and realize it was the sandwich maker. I reach into a cupboard just above the sink, and pull out a plate. I put both of the sandwiches on it, and hand Lyla the plate. She smiles shyly, and thanks me. She finishes up, and falls asleep right there. I chuckle softly, and lift her into my arms, one arm under her knees, and the other under her back. I carry her to her room, when I lay her gently on the bed, and tuck the blankets around her, it gets cold here at night. On a whim, I bend and kiss her on the forehead. She smiles, ever so slightly, and seems to go deeper into sleep, breathing deep and evenly. The breathing of sleep. As I walk out, I listen to her calm breath, and smile, shutting the door behind me.

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