The Room- A Niam Fanfiction

I've missed you too.

My third chappy c: Yay! I'm going fast.
Andstillnobodyisreadingthis...oh...no I said nothing...hehe...
Enjoy, my good friend! (Nobody)
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I hear my phone ring, but I'm too lazy to pick it up.
Today is a day off, and I'm enjoying it.
Okay, maybe I'm just alone in my house, watching Finding Nemo, because it's Niall's favorite movie.

The phone rings again, and I sigh deeply.
Why can't that person just leave me alone?

I stretch out as far as I can, and pick up the phone with two fingers.
"Hi, Liam here?" I say, feeling dumb that I didn't look at the caller ID.

"Ey Li!"

I immediately recognize the accent, and move myself so I'm sitting normally.

"Niall! What are you calling me for?"

Oh god that sounded really stupid.
Stupid stupid stupid me.

"Oh, I've got nothing to do, so I thought, let's call me mate Liam!"

My heart skips a beat, and I try to keep my breathing even.

"But Li, do you want to do something today? I'm so bored!"

"Y-yeah, course. You want to come to my place and then we'll go do something fun?"

I think of all the ways I can have 'fun' with him, in a dirty way.
Not that he'll ever want to do that with me.

"Yea, I'll be there in a few minutes!"

I glance at the clock, and then look back at my feet again.

"Kay, bye."

"Bye bye Li!"

He hangs up, and I listen to the phone making the 'beep-beep-beep' sound.

Suddenly I jump up, and fly up the stairs.
'I need to look good.' I think to myself, as I start searching trough my closet.

"Nope, no, not that one..."

I finally find what I was searching for, and put on a white shirt with the number 28 on it.
I strip out of my jogging pants, and put a pair of black jeans on.
I also grab a dark green sweater for when it gets cold or something.

I rush over to the bathroom, and put some jel in my hair.
I brush my teeth as fast as I can, and then the doorbel rings.

I try to casually walk down the stairs, and open the door.
My heart is skipping a beat in my chest.

Niall is standing in front of the door, smiling widely.
Butterflies start to tickle at my insides as I smile back at him, staring into his beatiful blue eyes.

"I've missed you, Leeyum." Niall says, an then steps into the house.

"Yeah, I've missed you too..."

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I gasp loudly as I shoot up.
The grey of the room stares at me, and I gulp.

My throat hurts, and my breathing is uneven.

Then I start to cry.

I don't even really know why.

I just do.

The tears stream down my face, as I hiccup loudly.

I try to whipe the wetness away with my sweater-covered hand, but the tears just keep coming.

I miss them.
I miss him.
They need to safe me, because I'll never get out of here by myself.

I can't keep the tears from rolling down my face, even if I try my hardest.

I'm crying a river.

I wish somebody was here.

Somebody who would understand me.
Somebody who would dry my tears.

He would hug me, hold me close to his body as I would cry into his shirt.

I would be calmed by his familiar smell, and he would stroke my hair as he whisperd little words of love into my ear.

You probably already know who I'm thinking about.

I just miss him so much.

Does he miss me too?

I hope so.

My sight has gotten totally blurry because of my tears, but I can still see another plate of food standing by the door.

I crawl over to it, my tears now slowly dripping down my face.

I whipe the tears from my eyes, carefully because of the purple bruise, and look down to my plate.

A stack of pancakes is laying on it.
Well..not really a stack.
There are a few, 3 or maybe 4, piled up on each other.

I grab the upper one, and stuff it into my mouth.
It tastes weird.
It doesn't taste like a normal pancake.
It much more flour-isch.
And you can taste a little bit of corn.

It's just really weird.

But it doesn't taste too bad.
And I'm hungry, so I stuff it all into my mouth.

After I've consumed it all, I start thinking.

What if the person who locked me here put poison in my food?

I could get really ill.

Maybe I'll even die!

I start to feel sick in my stomach, so I take a deep breath and try to clear my mind.

'No thinking about poison anymore Liam, nobody wants to kill you.'

I sigh and look at the sink.
What am I supposed to do now?

I lay my hands down on the ground, and wipe some dust away.

I watch intensly as it floats up into the air, twirls around a little, and then lands back on the ground.

What would the boys do if they were stuck in here?

Yeah, Niall would probably die of hunger, he's always so hungry.

Zayn would only think, and wait for somebody to get him.
I think he would convince himself that somebody was searching for him.

Harry....
Harry would get really angry and emotional I think.
I don't really know.

And Louis would...ummm...
I think Louis would make up an escape plan.

Wait!

That's what I'm gonna do!

A plan!

I stand up, and let my eyes roam around the whole room.

I walk over to a corner, where an old chair is standing.
Half of the seat is gone, and it has lots of rust on it.

I just move it away, and look what's behind.

A plastic broom is resting against the wall, and I pick it up.

Suddenly I see something small glinstering on the ground.

Curious, I bend down and pick it up, realizing it's only a quarter.

Shrugging, I rub the dust off with my thumb, and then stick it into my pocket.

My hand goes deep down in my soft pocket...

Until it touches something.

Something hard and cold, my phone!

I scream happily, and I almost start to cry.

I have my phone!
I can call them!

"YES YESS YESSSS!!!" I scream.

I hope it still has battery left!

I unlock my phone, and look at my battery.
Still almost 50% left!

I laugh, and immediately choose speed dial 1, my mum.

'Please work, please work, please work!'

A beeping sound rings in my ear, and I wait while biting my lip.
It starts bleeding, but that doesn't matter.
All I care about right now is my phone.

Then a woman's voice starts speaking...