(Z.m) Hiatus DRV.

Chapter 10

(Hayley P.O.V)

I look down at the floor, seeing Danielle's top. I arch an eyebrow, picking it up. Where is she? I've been looking for her for a while now. Every floor. And she's nowhere to be seen.

I hold onto her top, walking back out to the car with Harry. "Any luck?" I ask, as he leans on the hood. He sullenly shakes his head. "No. I checked everywhere. Have you tried calling her?" He asks. I roll my eyes.

"Thanks. I never thought of that." I say, pulling oh my phone. I'm so dumb. I press on her contact, waiting for her to pick up. A little ways down the street, I hear her phone. Oh, she must be down there.

I follow the tune of her phone, finding it on the ground. I frown in worry, hanging up. Where could she be? Maybe- maybe she just went back to the hotel....somehow. Maybe she just dropped her phone. Yeah.

I jog back to the car, swinging open the door. "C'mon Haz." I say, before slamming the door shut, buckling in. He hops in himself, starting up the car. "I think she might be back at the hotel." I say. He nods, keeping his eyes on the road as we drive back.

(15 minutes later)

I swing open the door, finding a dark hotel room. I walk into the bedroom extension, setting my things down. I look up, seeing a lump in the cushions and under the blanket. I smile in relief, clicking on the light.

I walk over to the bed, slightly peeling back the covers to see nothing. I frown, pulling it back more, just seeing a lump of pillow. I panic, throwing off the rest of the blankets off. Nothing.

"HARRY!" I yell, swinging open his door. He looks up from the television, mildly concerned. I shake my head, walking lover to him. "She's gone!" I say. He arches an eyebrow. I tug at my hair. "She's freaking gone Harry! I don't know where she is! She wasn't in the room! She's not at the casino! I don't know where she is!" I yell, pacing around.

Harry stands from the bed, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Calm down. C'mon. Get you're stuff back on. Let's go looking for her one last time before we do anything else. We'll find her. We've got another two weeks to search." He says comfortingly.

I nod, wiping away a few stray tears. I run back into my room, slipping on my boots. I sling on my jacket, grabbing my key. "Alright. Let's go find Danielle." I say.

In a terrible friend. I lost her. I lost my best friend. Where was I at? Where is she at? I just hope she is safe.

[2 hours later]

(Danielle P.O.V)

I flutter my eyes open, seeing that I'm in a dark room, the only light source coming from a small lamp on the wall. I try to move my arms, but they only jerk against my restraints.

What.

I look down, seeing chains on my wrists, holding me down to the chair. I jerk at them in hopes they'll magically slide off. They don't. I slump in the chair, the eerie silence making my stomach churn.

Then someone walks in. I whimper as they edge closer to me, standing tall above my small, helpless, frame. I gulp, hearing my own heartbeat in my ears. The person standing above me reaches down, grabbing my shoulder, tilting my chair back to meet their gaze.

My eyes widen at the killer golden ones before me, and to whom they belong to. The man from the casino. I frown. "What am I doing here?" I ask. He arches an eyebrow, studying my face. I become irritated- not a good mix with paranoia.