Hostage (a One Direction story)

Chapter Six

Jae's P.O.V.

"They say your name is Jae. Jae Rivers. They think that you were kidnapped on the twenty-second, out of Washington D.C. I can't help but wonder, how did they get you into England?"

England? Holy hell, I'm in England?!?!  

"You've been in a coma for three days now. I wish you could wake up, so I could give you a real apology. It's..."the voice chokes slightly. "It's my fault, it's our fault that you got kidnapped, that you got tortured."

One Direction's fault? Why would it be One Direction's fault that I was kidnapped? And I've been in a coma for three days!

"Please, Jae, if you can hear me, wake up. I'll make it up to you, I swear. I'll, I'll take you out to dinner or something, just, please, wake up." A hand reaches out and holds my hand tightly and I long to squeeze it back. I can't help but notice that the hand is several times larger than my own.

"Nialler?" says another voice. "Nialler, go get something to eat. You haven't eaten in hours. You're wasting away," teases the voice. I think it's Harry.

Have they really been staying by my bedside for so long? I struggle to move, a prisoner of my own body. I hear footsteps and a door closes, and then a sigh.

"Hey," says a voice, "The doctors say it's best to talk to you, to keep you company, because they think you might be able to hear me."

I can hear you! I wish I could scream.

"I wish you were awake, so I could see your beautiful blue eyes."

I'm going to faint. I probably would faint, if I weren't already in a coma. Harry Styles just called my eyes beautiful.

"The boys have been going mad, you know, waiting for you to wake up. We all come over here almost every day, and the paps are going mad. We haven't let out the story, only sent a private message to your parents to let them know you've been found."

They're not my parents. They're a foster family, and they're probably wishing I hadn't been found.

"Jae...I...We must seem hateful to you. To be...to be hurt like you were," A warm hand wraps around mine. "To be hurt like that, for our money, you must think we're awful, rich bastards." A harsh laugh. "I suppose we are, in a way. But, Jae, I want you to know, we probably would have paid the ransom."

What. What. WHAT?!? One Direction would have paid the ransom. For me. For me, a random fan who they don't even know. Shit, Nate and Mark were right. Jesus. One Direction is too sweet for their own good.

Liam's P.O.V. (several hours earlier)

"Her name is Jae Rivers," the nurse tells us, consulting her clipboard. "She's fifteen years old. She was kidnapped out of D.C., where she was in the care of a foster family.

"Foster family?" asks Louis. "So... so she's, like, an orphan?"

The nurse raises her eyebrows at him. "It would appear so, Mr. Tomlinson." He blushes, rightly so, for asking such a rude and stupid question.

"We contacted them and they said that, though they were glad she was found, they were going to have to give up care for her, due to financial problems." I glared at the floor. What sort of twats would leave a fifteen year old girl alone after she had been kidnapped, beaten, and almost raped? Jesus. My heart went out to the girl.

"We've stabilized her condition," continues the nurse. "Thanks to advancing technology, her broken ribs are almost completely healed, as are most of her bruises and cuts. The burns on her back will be more difficult, however they should be completely healed in a matter of months."

Months?!

"She is, however, in a coma, and will remain so until her body feels ready to participate in life again." The nurse pushes her wire-rimmed glasses up on her nose.

"How long will that be?" I ask, unable to help myself.

"We aren't sure. It could be hours, days, weeks, months. Even years, Mr. Payne."

We all stand still, shocked. "Can we see her?" asks Zayn pleadingly. We all nod in agreement and wait for her response.

She surveys us for a moment and then sighs. "I suppose so. Be quiet, though, and try not to let anybody see you." She tuts disapprovingly. "I wouldn't want a storm of teenage girls stampeding my hospital."

Harry laughs. "Which way, ma'am?" He blinks his green eyes at her innocently. I can almost imagine a flashing green light on his arm saying Full Charm Mode: Activated.

She doesn't smile, just turns and walks curtly out of the waiting room. We all jump up and follow her like ducklings, eager to see the girl who saved our lives.