The SnapBack ||n.h.||

Chapter 19

A/n this is probably only like 1/4 of a page lol sorry

;;;;Ariana;;;;;

He wasn't that far away. Only a few feet. I ran, my breathing becoming heavier. Some trees had fallen in this green place. Twigs scattered the whole area as I ran as fast as I could. Combat boots aren't exactly good running shoes.

I let out a ear piercing scream; he had gotten hold of my wrist. Soon I was pushed down and my hands and feet were tied, making me unable to get back up. I cried in frustration and pain. He smirked down at me.

"I'm gonna do just what I did to your mother."

And then I wake up, panting.

My hair stuck to the sides of my face, sweat drowning me and my clothes. It took a moment for me to realize it was all just a horrible nightmare that took place at one in the morning. Realizing it, I began to silently cry, not fully knowing if that fûcking bàstard had done that to my mother.

It angered me.

Tears don't come because of sadness; you don't cry because you're sad. You cry because you're frustrated or mad. And I'm freaking mad and hope that bàstard rots down there.

My door opened. It scared me honestly, until I saw it was James. He looked at me with a sad face. "What's wrong? I heard you screaming. Why are you crying?" He came over towards my bed and sat beside me. I sat up and hugged him. I then realized how much my brother has gone through at such a young age. And that honestly made me cry harder.

He hugged me back. I sniffled and said,"I just miss dad, and mom being healthy."

James sighed. "Me too."

We stayed like that for a few. My little brother than went to his room after I cried, claiming Jack was going to freak. Jack being his hamster. Odd kid.

I locked my room and opened closet. Grabbing a flowy top that I bought with Perrie about three weeks ago, two days after the One Direction concert. Then grabbing a pair of pajama pants, I hit the shower deciding for a cool shower.

After the quick twenty minute shower, crawled back into bed

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;;;Niall;;;

As much as I love my job, I honestly hate management.

We're back in London, tour being on hold for two weeks until we head off again, and I'm here catching on sleep. Normal right? So I'm sleeping, and they freaking decide to wake me up by calling at five in the morning! Like are you kidding me!

Groggily getting up, I walk towards the other side of the room, hissing at the coldness of the hardwood floor. Once reaching the wall and crouching down to collect my phone that was connected, I slid my finger on it to listen. Not fully opening my eyes, I groaned and answered it saying,"Hello?"

They honestly should have a good fûcking reason as to wake me up so freaking early. A chirpy voice answered the phone, an assistant. Who the hell is so chirpy at this time in the morning?

"Hello, Mr. Horan. Mr. Cowell has a message for you."

"Um, okay."

Why the hell didn't Simon just call me? Was it necessary for the assistant to just state the obvious. Bloody hell.

But to be honest, if Simon woke me up at this time in the morning, it must be important. And that really woke me up. My hands began feeling sweaty; a sign when I'm nervous. I anxiously waited, and sat on the floor my back against the wall. It wasn't until a few seconds that Simons voice boomed into my ear.

"Niall, how are you?"

I'm freaking tired you son of a -"I'm good, you sir?"

"I'm very well. Now onto what I was calling about. You see, Niall. I received a message that the fans aren't happy. They know you got your SnapBack Niall. But they want to know about your prize, the one you promised. If you don't do it soon, people are going to see you as a liar. Your image will be destroyed."

Letting out a shaky sigh I said,"So what do I do?"

"Easy. Have your full day with that lass within three days. No later. If not, not only your image will be looked on bad, but the whole band."

"How do I contact the girl, then?"

"With that, you'll need to contact Paul. Now, I better leave. Any further questions, ask Paul. Three days." And then he hung up.

Fûck!

Not even being tired anymore, I pulled on a pair of skinnies and a shirt before heading out backdoors. It was cold and dark still. But it was very refreshing, oddly enough. Taking out my cell I dialed Paul; he picked up on the fourth ring.

On the other side of the phone, Paul groaned. "Yes, Niall?"

"Paul, Simon called. I have to have that contest prize thing ready in three days or earlier. And I need a flight to Florida. Like now."

A sigh escaped him. "Don't worry. I'll have it all established by noon. Now go to bed! I'm trying to sleep!"

A/N

QUICK SHORT CHAPTER, A FILLER. I JUST UPDATED BC IM BORED. I WANTED TO ADD MORE, BUT IT DIDN'T FEEL RIGHT SO IM ADDINF THE OTHER PART TO ANOTHER CHAPTER. BUT YEAH, IT'S SHORT, BUT ATLEQST I UPDATED EARLY.

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QOTC: fav show?

I love PLL & Carrie Diaries, and am trying to watch AHS but I freaking hate horror stuff so idk lmao