Stockholm Syndrome h.s. z.m.

Chapter 17

Alexis' POV

"Alexis Baker, Penelope Adams," a low, raspy voice spoke,"You're going to be staying with us for a while."

I turn around to see the source of the threatening voice. It's Harry.

Zayn runs his hand through his hair nervously.

I start to cry when I realize what's happening. They're kidnapping us.

Penny starts trying to escape from the guards' arms but they just yank her back.

"Don't hurt her!" Zayn yells, obviously protective over Penny. Harry doesn't care about me like that.

Lottie starts to cry and I try to pick her up but the guards just pull me away from her.

"Let me comfort my baby! It's the the least you could do right now considering you're fucking kidnapping me!" I yell. Harry just stares at me with cold eyes.

"Take her to the basement," he whispers in anger.

Harry's POV

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This girl is going to screw up my life. She's going to screw up One Direction.

I can't believe I told Paul and Ryan to take her to the basement. She's going to be terrified.

And how is she going to take care of the baby?

Zayn gets to deal with Penelope and he seems okay with that.

How is he so calm about having a child? Doesn't he care about the band? And what about Perrie?

How are we going to keep this from getting out?

There's so many things that could go wrong. Mr. O'Brien is already extremely mad at me and one wrong move could cause me to lose my job.

The fans can't see me out with Alexis because they will know exactly who it is.

I can't believe I fucking kidnapped her.

Alexis' POV

"Harry's not that bad, love. He just isn't very good at making decisions," a guard who's name I believe is Paul chuckles.

"Yeah, he can be an arse sometimes," the other guard chimes in.

I look at the poor excuse of a bed that is provided for me in the basement and frown, "Where is Charlotte supposed to sleep?"

"Who?" Paul asks.

"My fucking baby," I snarl.

He glances towards the bed, "Looks like that bed is big enough for two."

Oh my god.

"Well it's getting late so I'm going to sleep so maybe I can wake up and find out that this was all a dream," I retort, getting angrier by the second.

"Well there's one more thing.." Paul trails off.

"What is it?" I snap.

I glance over at the bed and the color drains from my face.

"You have to be handcuffed to the wall."

Author's note

Hey Syndromers! We're really close to the goal for another update so I decided to update early!! I won't be able to update for a few days! Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Vote, comment, and fan! Love y'all ! xx