I blink twice, ridding my eyes of black spots. "What the hell?!" I turn.
Zayn stands there like an idiot, holding a plastic baseball bat, looking from me to the bat and back, frustrated. "It worked the first time!"
His brow furrows as he raises the bat again, and I screech and throw my hands in the way of his blow, shielding my head.
"What are you doing?" I shriek as he wales at me again, causing me to break into a run and lock myself in my own room.
I press my back against the wooden door, sliding to my knees. Tears, hot and salty, stream down my face. Who am I anymore? I've got nothing to live for, no one to care about, no goal to work towards. It's... useless. I think to myself. I fall to my side and shut my eyes tightly, hugging myself into a tight ball.
"Ciara!" Li slams his fist on my door urgently. "Ciara get out here now!" Someone jiggles the locked doorknob, and I sniffle and let out a loud sob.
"Ciara! Ciara! What are you doing?!" Someone jiggles the doorknob again, Niall's frantic voice echoing through my head. The music I had on in the kitchen rages on, and it calms me. While I am still shivering, I'm whispering the lyrics to myself, as if I'm singing a lullaby to my wall.
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper...
My vision blurs as I sit up. "I have a legacy to leave. I'm not DONE!" I scream, and I stand, throwing my door open. I am a sight, my face blotted with runny eyeliner and mascara. As soon as I see Zayn, Niall, and Liam's frantic faces, I break into hysterical crying and fall into Zayn's arms, which have tensed with surprise.
"She's back." Zayn smiles, hugging me back.
*Liam's POV*
"We've got to get you back to Harry. He's a wreck and he might do something stupid." I say, shutting off Ciara's iHome and rushing everyone out of her apartment and outside.
"Better hurry!" Louis screams from the van as we run to it. Zayn and I pile in the back with Ciara, while Niall sits up front with Louis.
"We are going to make you look gorgeous, you hear me?" Zayn says to Ciara, who is still crying.
"I'm so sorry," She murmurs. "I felt like a completely different person when I was talking..."
"Shh, shh, love. Nothing to apologize for." I say, giving her a brief but meaningful side hug as we pulled up to the local mall.
!Harry's POV!
Those bastards locked me in the flat. I hope they go die and step on a lego.
I don't have a damn idea why my mates would do this to me.
Sure, I needed some time alone, but really, why did they just take off without saying a word?
Probably getting me something from Nando's. That has to be it.
But what if it's not? What if they're just telling the media that I killed myself? Oh dear lord, help me now.
And it makes me think of Ciara. The beautiful girl who I crushed. She was suppose to be our kidnappee, not my star-crossed lover for a day.
And that makes me wonder too. What is she doing right now? Crying herself to sleep? Probably. She is such a fragile, pretty spirit whose words send shivers down my spine every time she speaks, even if she is yelling or insulting someone..
Why do I think of her like this? I don't want to. I don't.
*Ciara's POV*
The boys do decide to make me gorgeous. At the mall, they take me to a bunch of expensive clothing stores that I would never go to if I were with my friends. That reminded me of Brianne, one of my close friends whom I haven't spoken with since this whole thing took off. While I am in a dressing room trying on a slutty-ass pink dress, I call her.
"Ciara! Oh my god where have you been?!" Brianne shrieks as soon as she picks up. "I've heard so much about you being missing?"
"There's no time to expel... wait, what?" I stop for a moment. "Someone noticed I was missing?"
"Yes! I came to your apartment yesterday and there was a moldy sandwich on the floor. I know you and your mom are clean freaks, and would never do that, so I called the police. And One Direction seemed to disappeared off the Earth, too, and I wasn't sure if it was some sort of magical coince-doink! It's all over the news! So tell me, stat. Where the hell are you?!" Brianne continued to shrill.
"No, Brianne. Listen, I don't have that much time-" I check under the dressing room door to see if Zayn was listening in or not, "but I am fine. I'm with someone we both know, but I don't think I can tell you who."
"Tell me this instant, Ciara! You've been gone more than a day, and I know it!" Brianne hisses into the phone.
"I can't." I whisper, at a loss for words.
!Harry's POV!
When I hear the front door lock click open, I shoot up from the couch and grab a kitchen knife, ready to stab the life out of the four asses who left me here.
But to my surprise, it's my ex girlfriend, Taylor Swift.
"Harry!" She says with her sort-of-country accent, running to me and hugging me. I pat her on the back, extremely confused about two things:
1) What is she doing here,
2) How did she get a key to the flat?
"Taylor, hi..." I say awkwardly into her tousled blonde hair as she continues hugging me.
"Harry, I've missed you so much! We need to talk some time." She blubbers, tossing her designer purse and coat down onto my couch as if she lived here.
"Um.. yeah. But look, I'm kinda busy--"
"Who's this?" Taylor takes a framed picture of Suzaine off our coffee table, which the boys and I put there in memory of her.
"One of our friends little sisters. She died of cancer not to long ago." I lie, scratching my head. "But Taylor, I kind of need to be alone right now..."
"But Harry, I really need to talk to you!" Taylor puffs, crossing her arms childishly, a grin playing on her lips.
"Then talk." I snap at her. The song she'll write about this one will surely be another number one...
"Well, the truth is, Harry, I miss you. I miss waking up and looking at my twitter page and seeing 'Haylor' trending worldwide. Do you feel the same?" She says, a small pout playing on her face, her eyes wide and serious.
"Taylor, I don't really like you any more.. I mean you wrote a song about me, didn't you?" I reply honestly, but in a softer way so I wasn't the victim of another one of her evil boys-are-all-cheaters-and-have-lots-of-flaws songs.
"But Harry.." Taylor struts forward in her nude heels, slowly caressing my arm with her hand. "You said you loved me."
"That was a long time ago though..." I look at the door as I hear it open, and Ciara is apparently shoved in, her apparel catching my eye.
Her dress is a vibrant peach with a hi-lo hem, and her pumps are a matching color. Her hair is now loosely curled and her lips are a pink color.
On her face, I expect to see her warm, barely-there smile. But instead, I see horror, and tears are flowing faster than a faucet on full-blast. I am about to speak, but I realize that I can't. Something is pushing them together.
Taylor Swift is kissing me in front of Ciara.
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ERMAGERD, SCARY STUFF.
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