I Fell In Love With A Criminal (AU) {Punk! Louis!}

Prologue

Hello my lovely readers/followers! I've decided to post my new story since This is Love is finished.

I hope you all love this story and the plot because it took a lot of twisting and turning to figure out what I exactly wanted.

This story is kind of based off of the movie "The Tourist" and if you haven't seen it then you should watch it.

I am not taking Cher Lloyd's album, I do not own it nor am I the one who recorded it so yeah.

Enjoy!

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Danielle's POV

"Everybody bring it in, time for prayer circle!" I shouted to all of the crew members and performers. They all gathered around Chelsea and I as we began our prayer.

"Dear lord, please let Chelsea have the best concert tonight since it is her last concert on her Sticks and Stones tour, and for everyone to have an amazing night tonight!" I said, finishing up the prayer.

"Amen." Everyone else said in unison. Once everyone was going back to their stations getting ready for the show, I pulled Chelsea aside for a minute.

"Okay Chelsea, you're going to be fantastic tonight. Just be yourself and let your energy flow through. Sing your heart out!" I said, grinning like an idiot at my best friend.

"Okay Dani, I will." She said, grinning back. I pulled her in for a long tight embrace. Once we pulled away, I pushed her towards the stage.

"Go knock 'em dead!" I said.

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"CHELSEA DO YOU HEAR ALL OF THOSE SCREAMS YOU HAVE PRODUCED?! YOU DID ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE TONIGHT! I am a proud manager." I said, squeezing her tight.

"Thank you Dani. LETS GO OUT AND CELEBRATE!" She exclaimed to the members of our team. Chelsea and I's limo pulled up at the back of the arena so she won't get mobbed. Once we got in, we both let out a sigh of relief, then started laughing at how tired we were.

"Excuse me Mr...."

"Tomlinson" the driver said.

"Ok. Excuse me Mr. Tomlinson, could you take us to Pink Bamboo please?" I asked the driver politely.

"Of course, miss." He said. I sat back down and felt myself drifting off to sleep.

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When I opened my eyes I expected Chelsea to wake me up to say we were at the club, but instead it was a pair of warm, manly hands that slapped over my mouth and another one wrapped around my waist.

'Where is Chelsea?' I wondered. I started to thrash around a little in this person's arms but then a stinging and painful sensation started to spread around my face.

"Stop fucking moving and this will be easier for you." The harsh yet soothing voice said, so I unknowingly cooperated. Then, a thought popped up in my head.

Maybe I was going crazy, but this was just a small thought.

Was I being kidnapped?