"Sir, let go of me. I SAID LET GO, YOU BASTARD!" I continued to squirm from his hardening grip. I've never been this scared in a long time. The guy stopped and yanked me close to his face. "He was going to..hurt you. Do you really want me to bring you back there so he can?" I gave no response, yet he took it as a no and continued pulling me along. My wrist ached, but I suppose I'd rather have that then something else. "Well fine. Where are you taking me?" I asked. "Somewhere where he can't get you." "He's not even near us!" "Look behind you." I hesitated but I could hear the offensive shouts from a distance coming closer. I clenched a bit and ran a little faster. My feet started to ache from all the running in my awful shoes. I didn't stop though. I pushed the pain aside and gave all my might to get a little more speed. After minutes of hardcore running, I stopped. I couldn't go any farther. The guy would have to be gone now. I bent forward, clenching my stomach in agony. "I-I think they're gone." "Come with me." He said pulling me up. "Just in case." I pulled away. "Please. Just, just let me go. I need to catch my breath and get back home. I'm sure my friends are looking for me; if they haven't left already." He stood there for a moment then nodded. "Let me just bring you back up front. C'mon." The guy didn't seemed at all fazed by the running. It shocked me. "Fine but if you touch me, I have pepper spray." He chuckled. "Oi. Daddy taught you to defend, yeah?" I hesitated. "Actually mum. So don't try anything." "Didn't have any intentions to. What kinda guy do you take me for?" "I don't know you, but the vibe you're giving me..makes me feel that you're a bit cocky." He suddenly came to a abrupt halt, slamming my back against a cold brick wall. His hands twisted my wrists back bit to avoid any movement. His body leaned up against mine, inching his face closer and close to mine leaving little to no space for me to breathe. "A bit cocky? How so?" He seemed angered a bit. I couldn't move from his tightening grip. He scared me no doubt about that. "Answer me." "I-I don't know. You just are." I started to get more braver then I intended to be. "Why, what are you going to do to me?" "I think you better watch who you're calling cocky, Miss. Attitude." A sudden smirk came out of nowhere as he released me. "I'm Niall." I raised an eyebrow. "Is that how you meet everyone? Push them up against a friggin wall, scare them, then if they pass the test tell them who you are?" Niall ignored my comment. "What's your name?" "It doesn't matter," I spat. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going home."