HOSTAGE

Chapter 2 - Panic

Louis' pov:

Footsteps.

Whispers.

Gunshots.

The only 3 things I hear behind the black wooden door at the end of the hallway.

The 11-meter walk in the hallway feels endless.

I'm starting to feel anxious I don't know what I have to expect after the door, I had to go here because of Jaxon. He was being extremely suspicious about this situation. I know that he would never hide shit from me, but it felt like he did this time. The closer I get, the more I hear, I now also hear music. The voices getting louder, and louder. Small steps to the black door. I'm now standing in front of the door, I didn't think I would feel so anxious. I hope that Tommy isn't there. I truly don't want him to be there, then I'm in mad trouble. I hear multiple voices, one that's so loud. I recognize it right away.

Tommy.

I hate him so much, I know he's my boss, but he doesn't need to be so controlling.

I hear him talking about me. He's with someone who I don't know.

The guy, I think it's a guy I don't know. Well I will just call them they. They have a deep voice, like extremely. British accent and a spice of Italian.

'Fucking Tomlinson! if he doesn't come here soon then I'll kill that little shit right away.'

Tommy. His voice is so deep and angry all the time. It's like he's angry at everything and everyone. I understand him. The world is shit. He's shit too. I'm also mad at the world. For putting me on this horrible place. I never really had parents. I hated them so much. My dad died cause of internal bleeding and my mom died of too much blood loss. They had a car accident when I was 13. One of the worst ages.

I did the most stupid things when I was a teenager but who cares? Because I don't.

My parents always said don't do bad things.

What are bad things anyway?

If u don't get caught then it's all good.

Everyone has their 'bad' sides.

I don't though. I only have good sides.

Gosh. Louis just fucking get in the room. Stop being such a bitch. I can't with you Louis. You're so annoying. SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET IN RIGHT NOW.

'Okay' I whisper hoping that the people behind the door don't hear me.

I open the door and smell so much liquor and drugs. It's overwhelming. Tommy is smoking a joint. As usual

'About time.' Tommy says while staring into my soul. It's so scary when he does that. I don't get scared easily but for that I will make an exception.

I don't say anything back to him because I know he will make advance of every single thing I say.

'Take a seat Louis.' I look at him with fear in my eyes because I recognize that chair in millions.

'Go on! I don't bite!' He says with such a sarcastic tone. I hate him.

I walk to the black chair slowly, I am so fucked.

'Oh sorry I have to go get something I'll be right back!'

Tommy walks away to the end of the room, I didn't even notice that another guy is here too.

He's taller than me, brown curly hair, dark green eyes. He isn't old, he probably looks younger than that he actually is. 'What?' he says. The way he stares at me is different, it feels like he's staring into my soul. What the hell. I didn't even realize that I was checking him out. I'm not even gay. 'Nothing.' I answer while breaking the eye contact with him. I hear Tommy walking back to me and this guy. I don't even know his name. 'Fucking Louis I said take a seat. Why are you still fucking standing here?' Tommy yells at me. I could have expected that. I sit down on the chair and Tommy handcuffs me to the chair. 'Let's begin.' He says while a grin escapes from his face. 'WHAT THE HELL WHERE U THINKING TOMLINSON??' He yells at me while he beats my face. I actually don't mind him beating the shit out of me. I like it. 'What are you talking about Tommy?' I ask him with the most sarcastic voice I didn't even know I was capable of. A small grin appears on my face.