Kidnapped: A Harry Styles Fanfic

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Panic swiped through my body. I looked at Harry,  or at least in 90% sure. He had a cute mop hair do. He way wearing a loose white v-neck and black skinny jeans. He look very well-rested, so I assumed that they hadn't taken the stage yet. Gosh, there were so many doors and turns, I never was exceptional with directions, so I get lost very easily. But, why did I have to lead Raper directly to him?

"Let go of her," he states slowly again. His voice was thick with a British accent, it wavered slightly with fear.

"Come on kid, want her to die? Because of you?" The man smiled a sick tormented, and Harry and I both realized how real and deadly this situation was.

"Don't do it," I mumbled. I spoke quickly without thinking, I was not going to just let this guy get kidnapped because I had the restroom.

"Stop talking you lil' slut-" the man's dark voice twisted as his grip significantly tightened. A squeak of pain passed my lips as I felt pain grow on my lower abdomen.

"No, I don't want that I will come-" he was interrupted by the door, two down from him being suddenly opened. Another boy, which I am guessing is another part of the band. He had brown hair with blonde spiked hair froze as he did nothing but dead-lock his eyes with me then Harry. The events that were unfolding seemed to quickly weigh on him as his jaw dropped slightly. 

"What the bloody ell' is going on?" The boy had such a strong Irish accent that it would have been seen from miles away, it was incredible really. 

Click. 

The gun made me tense up as all the attention was directed to me, once again. I faced the facts.  I am going to die. I will never tell Faith that she needs to chill, watch my own children grow up while sitting with my husband in our rocking chairs. Everything will be gone. But in heaven could I see Justin? My thoughts drifted off. That thought made me sad, Harry will probably just have them shoot m- 

"Okay, I'm coming," Harry whispered not wanting to create anymore unnecessary obstacles. I was silently thankful for that. I grunted uncomfortably as I weakly tried to readjust myself, but to no avail. I wasn't going anywhere.

"Good, now come on boy, and you," he said pointing to the boy with blonde hair and blue oceanic eyes.

 "You will not come after us, if you ever want to see dear Mr. Styles and this cute little innocent girl again, I suggest that you wait and contact the police in four hours. You do before then or come after us, Harry and the fan will be dead."

Well, technically I was not a fan, more of just an innocent bystander really, in fact- all this is happening because I was forced to be here...by Faith. However, I would never blame her, I mean it wasn't her idea for me to use the bloody bath- 

He twisted me violently to the side jolting me to a reality of great pain. He was holding onto me so tight that I was struggling to inhale enough oxygen. I screamed softly as tears welled up in my eyes. I am not one to cry but, I assure you under these circumstances, most people would be doing much worse. 

Harry raised his hands in the air, as if to say don't shoot. He walked slowly over to where we stood. He glanced with pitiful eyes at me, and glanced over at the blondie who was still frozen in shock. Harry than look at our captor as if he was patiently waiting for the next instructions.

Raper moved the gun off of my temple, and released his death grip from my abdomen. and released his death grip. I fell quickly to the floor, and took a deep breath of air as my lungs filled up. My ribs ache and I feel as if I can now breathe Harry stoops down and sets a hand on my shoulder.