Music and Styles <3 (One Direction Fan Fic) OH HOLD

I'll take care of you <3

~ Author's Note ~

Hello my favorite Bookworms!

I swear, you guys are the best fans ever :') You guys keep me writing!

So, this chapter is dedicated to 1DMakesMeProud beacuse she was the only one who commented on the lat chapter! You guys should sooooo go and check out her fanfic "The Longest Day Zayn Malik FanFic" Because I love it and I think you guys would too :)

Also, because she was the only one commented a nickname fro me, I have decided to give you a few more chapters to decide what my nickname should be! COME ON GUYS! BE CREATIVE!

The song that inspired this chapter is one of my favorite songs, "Take Care, Drake ft. Rihanna" :) It's on the side over there!

Anyways, I know in this chatper totally sucked, but I warned you!

Comment your nickname idea! <3

*Niall’s P.O.V*

“Guys?”

“What?” Mary-Jane asked, irritated.

“We’re locked in.”

Those three words sent me into hysterics.

Have I ever mentioned I’m claustrophobic? Well I am. I started having a hard time breathing; it felt like the small walls were closing in on us… on me.   Liam was by my side and tried to calm me down by rubbing my arm, but it only sent me farther into freak-out mode then I already was.

“Liam! Stop touting him! Can’t you see you’re only making it worst?”Mary-Jane asked, pushing him away from me. She scooted closer to me until she was by my side, and pushed everyone onto the other side of the closet, yet they only stood a good foot away from us. Everyone had their eyes on me; it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. I slowly started to descend the wall until I was sitting on the ground, with my knees tucked up to my chest. She sat down beside me, without touching me.

“Niall, you need to breath or you will pass out,” She stated slowly, like she was talking to a four year old. I let out a huge breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding, even though my lungs were screaming out in desperation. “Good, now close your eyes and take a breath in your nose, and out your mouth.” I did as I was told and started to calm down, but still felt very claustrophobic.  “Now think of home, and your mom, Greg, all of your friends, everyone.” That calmed me right down. I really did miss everyone at home.

“Now,” Louis said quietly, drawing everyone’s attention but mine. I was still thinking about home. “How are we going to get out?”

“That’s a good question, Lou.” Mary-Jane said, sighing. “That’s a good question.”

*Zayn’s P.O.V*

Ever since Sofia and I had been stranded in this weird town for a day and a half, we have really gotten to know each other.  For example, she told me how she got to America. It was one of the most horrible stories I had ever heard, who could hit someone they were supposed to love? Supposed to cherish? It made me sick to think that there were people out there like that.

I had told her a quite a lot about me too. Where I was from, my family, and even a bit about my religion. She sat quietly and listened, nodding every once and a while when needed. She would look at the sky or her phone most of the time, but I wish she would look into my eyes with her breath-taking brown ones. Her eyes were one of the most intriguing features on her face. They stared dark, dark brown around the pupil, but the farther away for the pupil, the more they seemed gold. Her eyes were also full of life and excitement, and whenever I looked into them, I felt this feeling in the pit of my stomach.