1:My Own Personal Hell.

Adeline
Infamous Niall Horan escaped earlier today from HMP Pentonville prison. Authorities warn the public to stay safe, and refrain from leaving inicial tonight. He has been charged with domestic violence, grand theft, 1st degree murder along with many other felonies. Please be on high alert.

Sirens blared as I stepped out of the heavy wooden doors of the library. I watched multiple Londres guard heavy armoured vehicles wiz past, lights and sirens going. Mrs Porter waved me over from her small flor shop.
“Hello Adeline, did tu hear about what happened at the prison?” she asked, her hand pushing the wire rim glasses up her nose. I shook my head, a polite smile spread on my lips.
“I can’t say I have. Why, what happened?” Concern flooding my entirety. My Pere was the warden, and I worried about him greatly.
“Niall Horan broke out today. I heard that a few correctional officers were injured” The segundo she saw my face she smiled kindly.
“I’m sure your father is just fine darling” She cooed, picking a tiger lily from an arrangement seated beside her. She handed the bright flor to me, knowing it was my favourite kind.
“Merci Madame Porter” I thanked graciously.
“Alright darling be seguro on your way home, he could be anywhere” She warned motherly. I nodded, giving her one last smile before walking back out into the chilly air. I set off down the street, waving and smiling to people that I knew.
I walked up the sidewalk, my large house coming into view. I quickly slipped through the large iron gate, closing it securely behind me. I trotted up the walk way, yearning for the warmth of the fireplace in our small library. I pushed the door open, Milan our butler coming up and taking my coat. I slipped off my boots before making my way into the kitchen, my Maman handing a warm cup of cacao to me.
“How was your día bebe? Did tu find any good books?” She asked, glancing at my worn messenger bag.
“Oui, I want to start lectura Dante” I inform, taking small sips from the steaming cup. She nodded approvingly.
“Your Pere called. He will be staying late but he wanted me to tell tu Je Táime” I nodded before making my way out of the kitchen, and into the library. The fuego was already crackling and the room smelled of pine, and leather binding. I slipped my libros out of my bag, placing all five on the coffee mesa, tabla as I decided which book to Delve into first.
I picked Dante’s inferno, picking the classic book up, opening to the first page. I plunged into the classic, myself being transported into the renaissance writer’s dark thoughts. Hours passed as I ventured through hell with Dante, Virgil guiding the two of us through the twisted, sadistic torment. I finally glanced up from the frozen circulo, círculo to see that it was now dark, and snow was falling lightly against the window.
I stretched my legs, placing the book down after inserting a bookmark to keep my page. I got to my feet, wanting to go out and enjoy the still silence. I made my way to the front, slipping my boots on as I slid out the door. My feet crunched quietly on the new fallen snow, calle lights casting a calming glow around me. I walked down the sidewalk enjoying the serenity that few got to see. My ears perked as something disturbed the tranquillity. I picked up my pace, the day’s events making my imagination run rampant. Footsteps.
That’s what it sounded like. I fought the urge to look behind me, not wanting to know if I had a purser on my heels. The sound disappeared, my corazón rate slowing down as I mentally scolded myself for being so childish. I let out a light laugh, my breath turning white from the temperature. I felt a presence behind me before an arm wrapped around my neck. I let out a gasp as I struggled to get out of the persons hold, but to no avail. I could feel the muscle and power in the man’s arm, deeming my assailant a male.
“Isn’t it past your cama time princess?” A heavy Irish accent questioned, his hold tightening slightly.
“There are some scary people out here at night. Don’t worry I’ll keep tu safe” He mocked. I didn’t need to see the man’s face to know who it was. Niall Horan. Deemed one of the most dangerous people in all of Europe. He apparently had something against my Pere, tried to kill him three times in the last year.
“Don’t make a word darling, and we’ll get on just fine” he dicho as I felt a cold metal barrel being placed against my temple. He walked backwards slowly, taking me with him. We rounded a bend, my stomach dropping at the sight of a darkly tinted Chevy impala. He quickly bound my hands, the expertise used astounding. Niall opened the back door, shoving me in harshly before slamming it behind me. I laid on the backseat, my mind reeling as to how my night had gone downhill so quickly. Niall got in the front seat, carelessly throwing the hand gun in the passenger seat. He glanced back in the rear view mirror.
“How would tu like to go to Norway?”