Hostage - Harry Styles

Chapter 1

Emma's POV:

The day is here, I can finally go to a One Direction concert. The first concert in my entire life.

I've been a fan since I can remember, maybe there's no exact day in which I fell in love with these amazing 4 guys... But they sure as heck drive me crazy. Their voices are so angelic, it kills me. It's Harry that I love the most... I don't have my favorites in any order, but I know that Harry will always be my dream lover.

Ever since I turned 19, my parents stopped giving me money. I have been working since I was 16, as a cashier and occasionally I was a waitress. But ever since I moved out, I've been completely responsible for myself, even though most of my money still goes to my parents. I have never been to a concert, something I dread. Each time they would come for a show, I either had no money, or it landed on a day in which I was out of state, or working late. Which did get pretty annoying, until I got a better job and moved into my grandmother's house. She had a big, 3 room home, but she moved to a retirement home, even though I asked to help take care of her, my parents and she decided that I had to live on my own. They also decided that grandma needed to be surrounded by people her age, and not a young adult who wants to party every single weekend. Something that I occasionally do.

She let me have her house and helped me get new furniture. I was secretly paying for her medical attention at the retirement home, something she didn't want. She told me, "I'm doing this because I love you, I don't want money." But I didn't listen, I needed to pay her back for this amazing thing she did for me.

The house was two stories and newly painted green. It had a garden that had been treated by my grandmother every day for the last couple years, the roses were healthy looking, and her grass was as green as it could be. She had a white picket fence surrounding her front yard, which was also greatly taken care of, along with the apple tree sitting in the middle of the lawn. The driveway was small, but it fit more than one car; the garage was enormous but made for one car. It held grandma's gardening supplies, and paint that seemed to have been used for the outside walls of the house. The garage was connected to the house by a door that seemed brand new as if it had been changed every time it was damaged. The door from the garage led to the kitchen, which was small and had an island made of marble. It was brand new, and I realized that grandma got everything changed for me. She got a new dining table and new stools for the kitchen. The dishes were beautiful, all brand new. The silverware was untouched and the refrigerator was silver and it was newly empty.

The living room held a television, and three couches, along with a glass coffee table. The television was new as well, there was a desk in the corner, with a chair, it seemed to be waiting for a computer, which I had. The hallway leads to the second floor where the 3 bedrooms and the 2 bathrooms are. The bedrooms were small, and only 2 of them had furniture in them. The beds were queen sized, and the sheets were white, with a big, black blanket on the bottom. There were a dresser and a mirror, both brand new, holding the price tag.

The thing was moving in, I had my clothes and my electronic devices held in a box. I had nobody to help, my brother was in college about 10 hours from here. He didn't have time to come and help his little sister with her clothes and her new house. But I knew that when he would come visit, he would be staying with me instead of my parents who lived in a smaller house.

Let's talk more about the concert, which is tonight, might I add. And it's 5 A.M, the concert is at 7 P.M. but I'm leaving early, I don't know why, but I've never been to one. I'll be waiting there for hours, but I'll be glad about it. In 2 hours I'll be on my way to the concert that will forever make this day the best day ever.

.......

"Are you serious!" I yelled.

I had stepped into the basement door, one which I didn't know existed. It was dark, and it smelled a bit like clean. My grandmother failed to mention the basement, even though I had been here many tines before, I was never told about this place.