Kidnapped (I'll Save You) ~ {Narry Storan} *Under Extreme Editing*

Harry, Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn had a few weeks off due to their tour ending the other day. Niall sat alone in his room, strumming his guitar and singing one of their older songs, More Than This.

"If I'm louder would you see me? 

Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me? 

'Cause we are, the same. 

You save me. 

When you leave it's-"

"Niall, we're all going shopping, you coming?" Harry popped his head through Niall's door, which the blonde boy thought he'd locked.

"Erm, no." Niall said. "I think I'll practice my guitar a little more."

"But you're already amazingly perfect at it. Come on, please?"

"Hazza, I wanna stay home. I didn't get much sleep last night. I'll see you in a bit, yeah?"

"Alright, fine. Bye babes." Harry said, blowing Niall a kiss. Niall smiled, pretending to catch it and shove it dramatically into his heart. Harry smirked, closed the door, and walked away.

Harry and Niall were best friends, they pulled stunts like that all the time. Niall wished they were more, but somehow he knew that wouldn't happen.

Niall didn't know how long he was staring into space, but he knew the guys were gone by now, which is why his heart started pumping when he heard a crash downstairs.

"Hello?" Niall called. Another crash. Niall was growing scared now.

"Hello?" Niall called again. He left his room slowly, leaving his guitar by his bed. A black glove clamped over his mouth, an arm wrapping around his waist. Niall's heart stopped for a moment and he screamed, muffled by the hand over his mouth.

"Horan, you'll quiet yourself now." A voice said. "Cooperate with me, and I won't hurt you. Play dirty, you'll be hurt real, real bad."

Niall, once again, screamed against the hand. The man tightened his grip around Niall's waist, probably leaving a few bruises where his fingers were placed.

"Sssshhhh. I won't hurt you if you cooperate. Come with me, I hear you're worth a lot."

The man began dragging Niall out of the house, and Niall could do nothing but stand in his arms, hardly able to walk with the man in this position. He didn't try fighting, not wanting to hurt.

The man's hand left Niall's waist as he reached out to open the door, but Niall didn't try to break free. He wasn't a quick runner and he knew he'd be caught again. There was no point in fighting this man. He was dangerous.

He was thrown into the back seat of a car, onto another person's lap, they tied his wrists behind his back and tied his ankles together, putting cloth over his eyes and mouth so he couldn't scream or see where they were taking him.

Niall wondered when they would do to him. Beat him? Kill him? Starve him? Torture him? Whatever way it went, Niall knew he was screwed.

He wishes he'd gone shopping, now, as the first tear fell from his eye.