
*It's also a gay story. Soz again i love gay stories!*
These are the boys:
Niall: Blond Irish amazingly cute
Zayn: Black hair english moody badboy kinda boy really sexy
Louis: Funny brunette extremely hot
Liam: Serious brunette very handsome
Harry: Sexy brown curls flirty.
I got a message saying they didn't know who the boys were so thats the boys ^
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Niall strummed his guitar sadly. He couldn't pinpoint the exact time he'd fell for Louis but it was a feeling he'd had for a while. Every day for the past, at least 3 months, he'd pine for Louis but he was too busy bigging up Larry fucking Stylinson and sucking up to Harry. Sucking being the operative as Niall had suspicions that 'Larry' fucked each other secretly. The blond Irish boy had formed a hatred against his curly haired friend that he knew wasn't exactly fair but he couldn't help it. Harry had Louis's heart and there was not a doubt in his mind that if he told anyone, even Liam, about his feelings for Louis, he'd be out of the band quicker than he could say Nando's. And he said Nando's pretty fast...
Louis sighed as he heard the sound of Niall playing the guitar. His heart ached with a love he knew would never be returned for the Irish boy. His eyes were like looking into the sea endless deep blue orbs, his hair was so soft and shiny, his smile was like a light bulb lightening up the whole entire room and his lips... Louis couldn't think about his lips without thinking about pressing his own against them, forcing Niall against the wall, tearing Niall's shirt right off his body pulling his trousers and pants off in a matter of seconds. Then he'd remember he was just imaging it and be forced to accept that they were just his fantasies and if Niall found out he'd probably call them his sic fantasies. Harry walked in and sat on the bed beside Louis. "You pinning after Niall again boo bear?" Harry asked softly. Louis had told him in the strictest confidence about his feelings for Niall. Harry had been there for his friend but insisted that Louis tell Niall for there was a chance Niall may return the feelings. But every time Louis came close he would psych himself out convinced Niall would hate him. "But he'll hate me, i just know it then it'll screw up the band, then everything will go pear shaped cos i had a dumb crush on my best mate."
"Niall'd understand, heck he'd probably be flattered!" Harry insisted.
"Haz, you know as well as i do that if Niall fancied any of us it'd be Liam. He loves that boy." Louis sighed.
"He loves Liam the way i love you Lou. They're like brothers. Just talk to him Louis you never know what might happen." Harry said exasperated.
"Yeah I damn well do. He'll fucking hate me. Anyway Styles I'm starving can we go to Nando's and have this discussion there?" Louis asked as his belly rumbled.
"Sure let's go." The two boys left to the Nando's a few streets away. Niall was now alone in the shared house they lived in.
Niall stopped playing his guitar and set it down on the bed and looked wistfully out the window his heart churning at the sight of Harry and Louis walking off talking animatedly. "Larry-fucking-Stylinson." He hissed angrily thumping the window sill. There was a crash in the hall and he walked out of his room cautiously. "Liam, Zayn? Is that you lads?" He called warily. No answer. It was starting to scare Niall a bit. "Boys if this is a joke it isn't funny!" A gloved hand suddenly clapped over his mouth silencing him. Niall gasped in shock and tried to get out of the mystery person's grip struggling and squirming fiercely. "Let me go!" He screamed into the hand but it came out as. "Lmm mm gmm!"
"Calm down Mr Horan no need to struggle. We won't hurt you if you cooperate." A deep voice said breaking through the panic in Niall's head. The Irish lad, still struggling, looked up to see a pretty big black guy with a pronounced British accent. Niall's eyes widened before trying to throw the man on his back off. His legs were suddenly swiped from beneath him and he fell to the ground hard. The man quickly dropped on top of him crushing him slightly winding him. Niall stopped struggling and groaned in pain. "Ok Mr Horan," The black guy crouched down to where Niall was on the floor and grabbed his chin tilting it up to look at him. "You've got two choices, come with us willingly and you won't be harmed or you struggle and you'll be hurt." Niall nodded fear blazing in his bright blue eyes as he was hauled up. The hand was taken from his mouth and Niall glanced up at the man in front of him. "What do you want from me?" He whispered.
"You my dear boy are worth a lot, now come along now. Don't shout or struggle," The black guy walked off and the man behind Niall kept an eye on the boy. As they got to the front door Niall sprinted forward trying to make a run for it. The man was on top of him in seconds. "Help!" Niall screamed, as he was thrown into the back of a van and the doors were locked behind the man. "You're gonna regret that pretty boy." The man sneered as he straddled the boy flipping him onto his chest and wrenching his arms up behind his back. He grabbed some rope and expertly bound Niall's hands behind him. Niall was screaming for help and the man shoved a dirty rag into his mouth then held it in with a peice of tape. "That oughta shut you up you little brat!" he hissed tieing Nialls legs together before pulling them into an extremely tight hogtie. "Now you look so much better all tied up and hopeless. I'm going to have some fun with you," He smirked causing the blond to thrash and squeal into his gag. The man grinned, this was going to be very fun.
*2 hours later*
Liam Zayn Harry and Louis all arrived back to their house/apartments at the same time. "Niall, buddy you here?" Louis called. There was a crash and a 'Oh my fucking god' from Liam in the next apartment and he went out to see what had gone on. Liam Harry and Zayn were all staring shell shocked at a note. "What's going on?" Louis asked. Silently Liam turned the card to show Louis what was on it and the Doncaster lad almost fainted. On the card was a picture of Niall, tied in what was probably the most uncomfertable postion ever (they don't know about bondage) and a piece of tape across his mouth. He had a black eye and his eyes showed he was scared stiff. Underneath the picture scrawled in fancy wording
We have Niall do not call the police expect a message on Harry's mobile at 5.00pm where you will be given further instructions. If you contact any one blondie's dead.
The boys simultaneously looked at the clock.
4:55pm.
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TBC if you guys like it.