Chapter 19
So yeah, sorry for all the song lyrics but they kinda express emotion and stuff… so yeah
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I had deja vou when I wrong the first line and a bit... I’m freaked out XD
Video on the side of drunken Niall singing Little Things… This just goes perfect with the storyJ
This is probably the only update until tomorrow night. Sorry but it’s my uncle’s party and im going away over night with no internet. I thought I was going last night but nope J so at least you get one update! Even though I’m leaving you with a killer of a cliff hanger!
Harry’s POV
I honestly didn’t know why but I couldn’t get Niall off my mind, again. But this time it was different, I was curious rather than upset.
I needed a drink. Extremely bad.
I knew that it was a bit early, it was only like 6m but I couldn’t get him off my mind. It was killing me.
I threw on a white suit shirt with a black tie, black dress pants and my white Supras. I sprayed myself with cologne and styled my hair into a quiff. I grabbed my car keys and locked my apartment, running down the stairs and out into the cool summer air.
I drove a down a few streets until I was on the edge of London and pulled up at the first pub I came to. The Stag. I’d never been here before but I didn’t really care, they served alcohol and that was good enough for me.
I walked through the door and ordered a pint, sitting at the back of the pub drowning my sorrows in the cool drink.
“My name is Niall Horan and I’m going to be preforming a few songs for you guys”
I was sure that my mind was playing tricks on me. Thinking that Niall was here, it must just been a fragment of my imagination. But at the same time I was sure that it was real. It was fate. I don’t see why we kept ending up at the same place, but I wasn’t complaining. Even though I was supposed to hate him, I couldn’t help but get a swarm of butterflies in my stomach every time I heard his name. I sounded like a teenage girl with her first crush…
The strumming of a guitar started and I’d recognise that Irish angelic voice anywhere. I was right, it was Niall. He sounded a little bit drunk, but still just as perfect.
“Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this in mind, it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots, with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I’ll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if I do, it's you, oh it's you
They add up to, I’m in love with you
And all these little things
You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
And maybe that's the reason you talk in your sleep
And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
Though it makes no sense to me
I know you've never love the sound of your voice on tape
You never want to know how much you weigh
You still have to squeeze into your jeans
But you're perfect to me
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true, it's you, it's you
They add up to, I’m in love with you
And all these little things
You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you'll never treat yourself right darlin'
But I want you to
If I let you know I’m here for you
Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, ohhh
I've just let these little things out of my mouth
Cause it's you, oh it's you, it's you
They add up to, and I’m in love with you
And all these little things
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
But if it's true, it's you, it's you
They add up to, I’m in love with you
And all your little things.” He finished, drooping his head.
“I really fucked up lately; I lost someone extremely special to me. So I kinda wrote that” He said awkwardly.
He sat his guitar back down on the stand once again like he did at the shopping centre and walked over to the bar, ordering a pint of Guinness.
He knocked back the pint rather quickly and ordered another. And another. And another.
I couldn’t stay there and watch him drown his sorrows in booze. I wanted to stop him, I really did but I didn’t want to try and make up with him while he was drunk. He probably wouldn’t remember it in the morning anyway if he carried on drinking like that.
I finished the rest of my pint and walked out of the exit. Back into the summer air, I’d been there around half an hour at the most. I thought I’d be there until closing time, so wasted I wouldn’t even know my own name.
Guess plans change.
I pulled my car keys out of my back pocket, clicking the button to unlock the car from the other side of the car park.
“Hello Harry” A mysterious voice breathed down my neck, making me shudder.
I turned around and a skinny, tall man was dressed in Vans, jeans and a black hoodie with the hood pulled up to hide his face. With the darkness of the night as well, it was impossible to make out who the stranger was.
“W-who are you?” I asked trying to show bravery. Failing of course.
“Shame you don’t know, isn’t it” he chuckled.
Before I knew what was happening he forced my face into an old rag. Plunging into darkness seconds later.
Niall’s POV
I staggered out of the pub around 11pm, I’d had a lot to drink but I still knew who I was so I wasn’t that bad. I could handle my alcohol, I am Irish after all.
I spotted the all familiar Range Rover in the car park. Harry’s.
I was the last person in the pub though so he wasn’t inside. I was quite confused. There weren’t any other buildings or pubs for a couple of miles; we were on the out skirts of town.
I stumbled towards my car, kicking something in the process.
I looked down and saw a bunch of keys on the tarmac. I picked them up to examine them; they had a couple of silver keys on the bunch along with car keys and a key ring. It was a picture of me that night when we were on the beach. Well the morning after, I was fast asleep on the sand.
I knew that these were Harry’s keys. Who else would have a key ring of me? Even though we broke up, he still kept it. The thought made my heart flutter and realise how much I messed up. I seriously loved that boy. And one stupid drunken kiss ruined everything.
I thought for a second, why was Harry’s car in the parking lot and Harry’s keys in my hand?
Where’s Harry?
A/N
Dedication to the first person who guesses correctly who the kidnapper is!
Haha ;) Is Niall going to save the day?
I know what’s going to happen at the end anyway. But if I get a better idea I’ll probably use that instead!
Please don’t hurt me! ;)
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