Love Came Calling - An Olly Murs and One Direction Fan Fiction!

Chapter 1: Time Bomb. Love Came Calling SEQUEL

Niamh Styles

I stood there. Frozen. I'm getting arrested?! I watched my hands being handcuffed, the silver metal around my wrists. I start to panic. My breathing begins to pick up faster. My heart is beating quicker, clashing together like a drum. The beats going faster by the second, the thumping against my rib cage making it impossible to catch my breath.

"LEAVE HER ALONE! SHE DID NOTHING!"

"SHE DIDN'T MURDER ANYONE!"

"GET YOUR FILTHY PAWS OFF OF HER!"

"NIAMH WHAT THE HELL?!"

My head being shoved low, my body being pushed roughly into the cop car. This can't be happening. I look out the window with teary eyes , seeing Olly punch the cop on the right. I view in fear; I let out a yelp, watching Olly get hammered to the ground within a split second.

"NO!" I yell fidgeting with the piece of silver locking my hands. I hear multiple banging on the windows  allowing it to bounce back and forward. I tear my gaze away from my hands and see Harry. Tears streaming down his face. My own brother. "I did nothing! I promise! I swear!" I mouth through the window, hiccupping as I wipe the tears from my cheeks. He nods his head until I see him being pushed to the side.

I look up and see Olly with a bloody nose. Blood trickling down his left cheek. My mouth drops open; my hands automatically go to my mouth in shock. Niall attempting to pull him away from the window but Olly is putting up a good fight. I squeal in fright as the car jolts. I give my attention to the two cops, who look disgusted at me. The house gets smaller, but suddenly roars bellow out. I glance out my window and see them.

Louis Tomlinson

Harry Styles

Niall Horan

Liam Payne

Zayn Malik

Olly Murs.

Tears raining down my cheeks rapidly and quickly. This is a bad dream. No. This is a nightmare. I bring my thumbs  to my cheeks and brush them away quickly and not wanting to be shown as a weakling. My eyes look out at them again. I'm being torn away from my family, for something I haven't done.

Olly Murs

I panic as the traffic lights turn green and the car takes off at high speed. I try my best to push past but someone has a tight grip on me. My chest tightening, I let myself fall to the ground before I break down crying. Shaking. My heart pounding. My stomach in knots. My head spinning.

I attempt to stand up but I'm immediately sat down again. I see the street swirling around me. Double decker red buses suddenly become four decker buses. I stumble my way over to a corner, someone hot on my heels. I bend over, and start puking from panic. Fro heartache. From worry. From anger. . A  hand rubs circles on my back, 'attempting' too soothe me but, it's not working.

I close my eyes tighter , clenching my hand against the wall and let the other hold onto my stomach. Rain drops of my tears roll freely down my cheeks making me feel worse. The sound of glass shattering echos through my ear drums. My energy levels dropping. The last thing that I hear through the distance, 'Call an ambulance'

Harry Styles

I storm my way through the guys as they try calm me down. "Harry calm down" Louis spoke calmly placing a caring hand on my shoulder. I flinch a tiny bit. Calm down?!

"Calm down?! You want me to calm the fuck down?!" I yell with anger as it pulses through my system.

"Yes I do Harry" Louis replied softly and ran a hand through his brown wind swept hair.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO FUCKING CALM DOWN WHEN MY SISTER IS BEING ARRESTED FOR SOMETHING SHE HASN'T EVEN DONE!" I yell angrily and slam my fist against a shops rail covering the window, making the metal shake and clank, Louis stumbling back a bit.

"Dude-"

"WHAT LOUIS?! NIAMH HAS JUST BEEN ARRESTED FOR A MURDER CRIME! SHE WOULD NEVER EVEN SWAT A FLY NEVER MIND MURDER TWO PEOPLE!" I cry out, making sure my lungs use every bit of oxygen they hold, I feel something sticky, wet and warm trickle down my hand. I peep down  too my fists and see red droplets hit the ground. Life is fucking peachy.

"Harry-"

"What?!" I snap turning my attention towards him and making my curls flip out of my eyes. I'm so fucking pissed. I'm going to- before I could continue any more 'death' plans as I like to call them, on these idiotic, no good cops, I’m suddenly seated.

"Harry. Don't cut me off. You need to relax, your panicking. You’re going to have a panic attack, which would not be cool. Secondly, we need to take you to a hospital to fix your hand, you hit that shop rail quiet hard. Thirdly, this is all a BIG misunderstanding, we're going to get everybody fixed up as they've all..let their anger out, then we're going to go to those bastard cops and get Niamh out." He spoke calmly as he also took a seat beside me and sat down wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"Why do they assume it's her? It wasn't her." I query ; resting my head in my hands letting the tears I've been holding behind my eyelids fall freely, running down my cheeks.

"In life.. things like this don't happen, it's only supposed to happen in fan fictions.'' Louis chuckled. Not helping.

"But we know, I know, you know, Olly knows, that  Niamh would never murder someone. we are going to march down the police station and get her out! Do I make myself clear Styles!?" Louis boomed his voice like a commander during world war one.

I stand up and raise my right hand to my forehead. "Yes sir! yes sir!" I say saluting him.

"Lets do this, for Niamh"

"For Niamh and Olly" I whisper to myself , only hoping that we can do this.

Niamh Styles.

I panic as the flashing lighted car pulls up at the small police station, yet behind this small building you ask? A prison building. fifty feet tall walls. No escape.

I bite my bottom lip nervously. A small whimper escapes my parted lips as one of the cops pull me out harshly, making me slam my head off the car roof. I feel a tear skid down my cheek and my head begins to throb. My arm, suddenly being dragged causing me to go flying down the corridor.

I pass some prison cells where, big bulky men with tattoos plastered to their skin sit and snigger at me .

 "Would ya look at this lads, a princess getting put in prison. we''ll have fun with her" one says causing the guys surrounding him to laugh as my face pales quicker until I know I must look like a bottle of milk.

I'm stopped and pushed roughly into a prison cell. one bed which looks as it's made from stone. One tiny window with bars on the outside to prevent me from escaping. how?  Its tiny. A toddler wouldn't even fit through it. One toilet, open for everybody's view, One sink. One blanket that wouldn't heat a homeless man.

"Your new home. Get used to it" Cop number two spat at me viciously ; pulling the bars across and locking my cell. I lean my back against the grey, dirty, cold olden wall. Sliding down it until I feel the damp floor beneath me. I pull my knees to my chest and cry.

cry

cry

cry

Olly save me.

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Hi! I just wanted to clear some things up, lately I've been getting messages about how LCC had a cliff hanger ending, but YES! There is a sequel and this is it! You'e reading the sequel right now! A lot of people were confused how it was in a different book, so I thought it would be better if I just posted the sequel here so everyone can just slide to the sequel and keep reading (:

I hope you enjoy it(: xx