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This is Chapter Twelve! I'd like to make an announcement: I got over 1,000 fans!!! I was absolutely mindblown. Seriously! haha. Thank you all so much. It means a lot. :) So, this is in Niall's POV like many of you asked for. I think everyone will like it!

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Chapter Twelve

Niall’s POV

            It wasn’t until the paramedic took the FBI agent to see his friend when I finally realized that I lost Ariella for good. If only I would’ve just taken the rest and opened that door. If I wouldn’t have been so stupid, she’d be in my arms right now and not in the van of the twisted man who took her.

Everyone was talking around me but my thoughts drowned out their voices. Thoughts of my fiancée swarmed my entire mind, cleansing it of anything else. Ariella was the only person I could think of.

Do you know that feeling you get when you feel like you just lost everything? That’s how I felt. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and no matter what I did, it stayed there. My heart literally felt heavy. If I didn’t know any better, I’d probably ask what it felt like to have a heart attack.

I knew that my case wasn’t a heart attack though. I was going through heartbreak.

I heard a loud smacking noise and then my face stung. It took me a moment to register that I’d been slapped in the face. I looked angrily at my attacker. Louis stood there looking innocent and smiling at me.

“What did you do that for?” I snapped.

“You weren’t listening to me.”

“Louis, I can’t even think straight right now!” I yelled.

“I know, Nialler. We all miss her,” He said.

“Yeah, well you sure don’t act like it,” I spat.

I walked away to let off some steam. Why didn’t the lads understand how I was feeling? This was my fault. If they would just put their selves in my shoes, then maybe they’d understand.

I pressed my back up against the wall and just slid down until I was sitting on the floor. My knees were pressed to my chest and my arms were folded over them. I laid my forehead on my arms and didn’t bother to look up as I heard footsteps come toward me.

“Niall.”

“What do you want, Zayn?” I asked.

“I told you I’d help you find Ariella. That’s what I’ve come here to do,” Zayn said.

I looked up at him incredulously.

“How are we going to find her?” I asked.

A different voice spoke to me this time. “Jason put a tracking device on Darrin’s van.”

I saw the FBI agent I talked to earlier.

“Jason? Darrin?” I asked.

“Jason is my friend who was almost killed by Darrin. Darrin is the man who tricked the FBI,” He answered.

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