Hostage »narry«

Chapter 15

Harry pov

"You guys, we have to go back." I stutter out.

They all look at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am. "Harry. You just got back. We'll let the police take care of those people.

I had given a statement earlier, telling the cops what happened, who kidnapped me, where they took me, and how I got away. I told them everything I could, but there wasn't much to tell. They had received the video of Josh's death, so they knew that these men were serious.

"No. We have to go back for Niall." I say, determined for them to take me back to find Niall.

"Who?" They all say with confusion etched upon their faces.

"Niall. My- my-"

Who was he to me? Not my boyfriend, -we hadn't made anything official- but definitely more than a friend. I couldn't tell them I was into guys though. Not yet, they wouldn't understand.

"The guy that was there with me." I finish with a blush.

They all look at me with confusion. "Don't worry Harry. The police will get him back."

I shake my head at them. "No you don't understand. I need to see him and make sure he's not, make sure they didn't- make sure he's not d-dead." I finish with a stutter. I feel my eyes sting at the thought of never seeing him again. His smile, his eyes, the feeling of his lips on mine. It was this moment that I realize how much Niall means to me. Even in that could dark and miserable place, he was able to put a smile on my face.

He comforted me when I felt lost and alone. He rocked me and sang me to sleep when I was having nightmares. He cared about me and he never gave up on me. He told me to run and leave even if it meant his death.

I hadn't noticed but I began to cry.

My shoulders shaking and my cheeks hot. "Oh Hazza!" Louis says before engulfing me in a giant hug.

I feel a strong hand on my shoulder before I hear Liam say, "C'mon, lets get back to the hotel Harry. You need to rest."

"But-"

"We'll find Niall tomorrow, I promise, but right now you need sleep."

I weakly nod my head, knowing that there's no fighting with Liam.

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That night I toss and turn trying to get away from the dreams, the nightmares, but its impossible. No matter how loud I scream or how hard I fight, they always come back. And Niall always leaves.

I wake up with a start for the fifth time tonight.I decide I can no longer try to sleep so I go to the kitchen for a glass of water. My bed feels like I'm the princess and there is a pea hiding in between my mattresses. The feeling of laying on something so comfortable is foreign to me but then I think of Niall and how right now, he's probably sleeping on the hard cement floor.
I sit at the counter until darkness is pushed away to make room for the light. Until the Owls stop hooting and the songbirds start singing.

"Harry mate. What are you doin up so early?" I turned around to see a tired Zayn entering the kitchen. I'm surprise he woke up this early.

"Nothing just couldn't sleep." I respond. "I kept having these dreams where I'm back there and I can't leave the Niall dies in every single one."

"This Niall guy, he means a lot to you?"

"God Zee, he means so much to me I can't even explain it. He risked his life so that I could leave. If he died there and I wasn't there to save him, I could never forgive myself. The amount of times he held and comforted me when I cried about you guys and never seeing you again. The way he would whisper to me until I fall asleep. He can't die like Josh died. I couldn't handle it." I finish running out of breath.

Zayn looks at me with a look of realization. "Harry, d-do you like this Niall guy?" He asks hesitantly.

"I-I, what!?"