Chapter Three: Unknown Boys and an Explosion

Niall laid motionlessly and naked on the floor, his eyes had completely reddened and his wrists and ankles began to become numb. All he could taste was the damp pissy black sock which was still concealed in his mouth, he was doing all he could not to puke; this was due to the fact that if he did, he'd most probably choke to death as the sick would have nowhere to go. Due to him being gagged and tied, on the floor, he had no idea where they were landing or where they were and this aggravated him as he always wanted to know where he was.

"We're here," Harry said.

Niall looked to his right to notice that the curly haired boy was smiling along with Louis and Zayn, all he wanted was to be home with his family, not tied up. Why did this have to happen to him? Why did this thing always occur to the ones who don't deserve it? His thoughts were getting the better of him and this was stressing him out, more than it should have.

The plane landed bumpily on the landing strip, well he thought it was a landing strip, where else would they be landing? He rocked a little to at least try and get the blood moving in his body a bit; at least there was one good thing about his blood not circulating properly, the shaving incident was no longer bleeding. He blinked and looked back at the ceiling of the aircraft.

"Didn't take as long as I thought," a camp voice said.

Niall could only imagine who that was; Louis.

"Nah, what I'm surprised about is the fact we've managed to get here with the leprechaun accessible…" Zayn said.

"Don't forget his fucking boyfriend!" Louis stated.

For a moment Niall had forgotten all about Liam and the fact they'd more or less beaten him to a pulp, he began worrying for the safety of his friend, well that's what Niall liked to call him, in-fact they were more than friends. They were lovers.

Niall's thoughts were quickly interrupted when he felt a pair of masculine hands slide under his back and air begin to flow between him and the carpet. It didn't initially click but as Niall began to regain his intelligence, he was being lifted and carried.

"He doesn't really weigh much, does he?" Zayn asked.

"Not at all, just be careful he doesn't piss on you," Harry joked.

Niall looked into Zayn's eyes and gave him a pleading look as if it was going to help him in any way. Zayn smiled and carried him to the door. Niall looked over to Liam who was being carried by Louis and Harry; Harry was carrying his legs and Louis had hold of his arms.

"Let's get them inside." Zayn said.

The other two agreed and the door swung open, light instantly blinded Niall from seeing much.

Zayn looked at the island which they had landed on and began noticing the final and detailed looks of their new home; palm trees were located on the beach, the sand had a beautiful blue ocean slowing swishing onto the beach and off, like clockwork, the air was moist and the heat was just average. Not too hot and not too cold, just right. And in the background of all this beauty there was a little villa located centrally but concealed with large trees. Niall's vision began to become clearer and he too noticed the island features.

Once Louis and Harry had dragged Liam from the aircraft the pilot – who must have been in on the scam – he waved towards Louis, Zayn and Harry and took off into the sky once more leaving five boys alone.

Zayn moved Niall in his arms a bit to adjust his position as to make it easier on his biceps. Harry dropped Liam's legs to the hot sand and let Louis drag him through the trees and to the villa.

"Hurry up!" Harry exclaimed tiredly, dragging his feet through the sand and towards their new living quarters.

"I'm right behind you," Zayn and Louis said simultaneously.

Zayn quickened his pace trying not to drop the Irish boy and was greeted with a hand, ushering his to stop walking, they'd reached the villa. It seemed to be a standard living quarters from the outside but inside was a different story. Harry unlocked the door with a golden key, which he pulled from his jeans; the door swung open and the inside was revealed.

Niall peered inside as best as he could and was awestricken. The doorway led straight into the living room. It was filled with chairs, sofas, a flat screen television and polished laminate flooring. He began to wonder what else this villa would contain but then he remembered that he wasn't going to enjoy anything and the realisation that he was tied up came back to him. He then began to worry about Liam, why hadn't he awoken? Was he dead? No… Niall thought. He wasn't going to allow them the privilege to see him threat over someone. He was just going to go along with their plans. They then walked into the villa, threw Niall onto a couch and dragged Liam off to a room.

Niall began to mumble into the damp sock now beginning to get wet with spit.

"You're home now." Louis said, sitting next to the hog-tied Irish boy. He then switched the television on and went straight to the news channel.

Niall tilted his head and looked at the screen to see the normal average news and then the news reader began speaking.

"I bring you breaking news!" she announced, "before the world-famous pop group were about to take off in their private jet, it exploded, killing them all." The woman said sympathetically.

Niall's face was an expression of shock and worry, his friends and family would think he was dead and the rest of the boys' families would too, even if he hated three of them now, he still felt for their families. He managed to let one final tear out before the news report turned from pictures of the five boys to a video clip of a private jet exploding setting off mini-fires at the airport leaving fan-girls/boys devastated and crying, shouting their names in anticipation of a reply.

"Zayn… Harry… get your arses in here!" Louis shouted.

They quickly ran into the living room.

"Well the plan worked then and what of the bodies?" Harry asked.

"Take a look for yourself." Louis said.

The news reporter returned to the screen and a look of sadness crossed her face at the thought of five young adults being killed; she then began to speak as another video played.

"The explosion is not being taken as a murder enquiry as officials report that it was a manufacturing fault and have grounded planes," she said. "The bodies have been recovered but they aren't going to be able to officially identify the bodies as they aren't a pretty site." She finished.

The news reporter finished, tearfully.

The three instigators looked at each other, smiled and began to approach Niall, other than Louis because he was sat next to him. Niall watched the three boys and didn't even bother to move as he was too shocked that they'd killed five unknown boys just to kidnap him. He felt as if it was his fault.

"Let's get him to the bedroom," Harry said, choking on his words.

"Let me do this," Zayn announced.

"You sure?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I'll let you and Tomlinson have a little alone time," Zayn winked.

He picked Niall up in the same position as he did when he brought him into the villa and began his movement to the bedroom, but instead of placing Niall in the same one as Liam, he began to take the Irish boy to another room.

Zayn kicked the door open and revealed a normal adult bedroom. Containing: a double bed, wardrobes, a sink, and a cot… a cot! The strange thoughts which were swirling around Niall's head weren't great, neither were they pretty. He then dropped Niall onto the bed and walked over to the wardrobe, kicking his shoes off he opened the wooden doors and began to pull a few items out of the large cupboard.

"When we were calling you an ickle baby, you fuckwit, we weren't messing!" He aggressively said.

He pulled out a colourful plastic bag, a white tub which let some powder out as it hit the bed and some handcuffs. He began his work, still keeping Niall gagged he untied him and let him flex his body a little.

"You'll stay still in a second and do as I fucking say otherwise you'll fucking regret it! Got it?"

Niall nodded too scared to fight back, he quickly stopped moving and looked wide-eyed at Zayn. The masculine fighter looked at Niall laid out on the bed, hairless and gagged and smiled momentarily before undoing the colourful bag and revealing a childish nappy (diaper). Niall began to squirm backwards, hoping and praying this wasn't for him.

"What did I fucking just tell you?" Zayn said grabbing Niall's foot, turning him over so that he was now on his stomach and began smacking Niall's pale white arse.

Niall began to squirm trying to escape Zayn's grasp as his arse went from a pale white, to a deep pink and finally to a dark red."

"I hope you can't sit down for a fucking week you twat!" he spat.

Zayn then twisted Niall onto his back now and began his work, Niall didn't move. Firstly; due to the pain and secondly; because he was too scared to. Zayn slid the nappy underneath Niall and noticed him relax a little.

"Aww does the silly ickle baby like this?" Zayn asked, slapping Niall's leg.

Niall felt ridiculous and felt as if he wanted to kill himself. Zayn grabbed the white box and poured white powder all over Niall's groin and inside of the nappy. Zayn rubbed a little of the powder onto Niall's cock to realise that Niall was beginning to become erect. Before Niall could do or say anything Zayn taped the nappy on, lifted him in his arms and placed him inside of the cot.

"You're our fucking pissy baby and your boyfriends our fuck toy!" He said whilst handcuffing Niall's wrists together and then handcuffing Niall's left ankle to the end of the cot.

Zayn finished up, patted the leprechaun's stomach and headed to the exit, switched the light off and opened the door once more.

"Night night… fuckwit." He said, leaving the room.