The Room- A Niam Fanfiction

What am I doing?

Oh my god some people are actually reading this now!
I love you guys!
Please get more people to read my shit, I will love you forever and ever till the end of time!

Oh and check out lexieee528 (I dunno how to tag people cause I'm a loser) her fanfics, because I'm pretty sure she was my first reader (I also don't know where you can see that) and she has awesome fanfictions.

Now, lets do this poo.
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"No service, please try again-"

"FUCK!" I scream, almost wanting to throw my phone on the ground, to see it shattering into a thousand pieces.
But I don't do it.
My phone is my only way of connection to the outside world.

"It has to work..." I mumble to myself as I pick Zayn's number this time.

After a few beeps, the same stupid woman's voice talks into my ear again.

"No servi-"

"Shut the fuck up..." I mumble, and I try again.

"Beep-beep-beep. No se-"

"FFFF-RAAAAHH!!!"

I ball my hands up into fists, almost crushing my phone.
I drop my phone, and crouch down on the floor, slamming my fists into the stone ground.

"WHY?! WHY?! WHYYYY?!!"

My sight gets blurry, but I don't want to cry again.
I'm too angry for that.
I'm practically boiling of anger.

I just want to punch that son of a bitch in the face!
He fucking locked me up here!

And I want to slap that woman that doesn't want to give me my connection.

I mean, I need to tell someone that I'm still alive.
I need to know somebody's searching for me.
I need to hear my angels voice...

The first tears start to spill, and I angrily wipe them away, hurting my bruised eyes in the progress.

I start sniffeling and shaking.

"No Liam, you're not going to cry!"

My voice bounces from wall to wall, before coming back to me.

It's quite scary.

I promise myself that I will never talk to myself again in this room, because I swear to god, I've got a feeling like somebody's listening.

Just listening to me being angry.

Maybe that person is now laughing and shaking his head at me for being so stupid.

Yes, I said 'his'.

I've got a strong feeling of this person being a man.
Or maybe it's a really crazy fan, that could be too.

Would our fans actually do that?
It scares the hell out of me.
I don't know what they are able of.

I mean, they once even stole my underwear, can it get any crazier?

I sigh.
How did I get myself into this shit?

I don't even remember what happened before I came here.
I don't have a clue.

I throw my head back, and start staring at the little lightbulb hanging from the ceiling.
The light hurts my eyes, and I blink a few times before I start staring again.

The light flickers a little, but then goes back to normal again.

What am I doing?

I look over to the grey wall to my right, and can still see the light spot in my vision.
My eyes roam over every wall in the room, the light spot still following my sight.

After blinking another few times, the spot slowly vanishes.

Um...yeah, a plan.
I need to make a plan to escape.

I think deeply, but nothing pops into my mind.

I wish Louis was here, he always has the best ideas.

One day, we just really wanted to go into town without bodyguards following us everywhere.

Well...the boys wanted it, not me.
I was trying to be the daddy direction, keeping them on the right trail, you know.

But about Louis' plan.

He made a plan where Zayn had to distract the bodyguard, while we would try to casually walk out of the door, one by one.

When we would all be outside, Zayn would say he was going to smoke outside, and we would all sneak out and go into town together.

That was the plan.

The real thing was a little different.

Niall started laughing when he was just walking past the guard.
Once he started laughing, Harry, who was already outside, did too.

So we didn't really go into town that day.

But, that day wasn't that bad after all.
We ended up watching movies together, Niall's head on my lap, and his feet on Louis his lap.

I'm starting to feel sleepy, thinking about watching movies on the soft sofa.

If there was a sofa over here, this would be a much better place.

Not that this is a good place.

It would just be better.

I yawn, and crawl over to the corner, curling myself up into a little ball, like a hedgehog.

Or a sow bug.

Those are the ones that curl up when you touch them right?
Or am I just thinking about the wrong bug?

I'm just going to sleep now, I'm too tired to think.

My eyes droop closed, as a sigh comes from my chapped lips.

Goodnight everybody.
Goodnight Niall...


Screams.

Lots of screams.

And a crash.

Glass everywhere.

Warmth, coldness, and darkness...