The Book (A One Direction FanFic) *Completed*

Chapter 21

Harry's POV-

"Niall! Liam! Wake up!" I yelled, shaking both of them.

Liam groaned again, rubbing his head some more.

"Liam! Liam! Wake up!" I said, shaking his shoulder.

"Leave me alone Harry." He mumbled.

"But-"

"No. Go away." He interrupted me.

"Fine. I guess you don't care about Michelle! I'll go look for her myself." I said, as I slammed the door.

Michelle's POV-

I sat there. Frozen. Did I really just tell her that? Great. She probably hates me.

"Why would he..." She asked.

"I don't know.. He was never stressed, worried, anything out of the ordinary. All I know is, he was always there for me. During anything. Especially when I.. Oh my gosh." I said, whispering the last part.

I let Alex cry into my shoulder.

"M-Michelle?" She asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

"How do I fit into all of this?" She asked.

"I.. I don't know. But, I'm going to figure it out. And you will get home. I will get you home if its the last thing I do, alright?" I assured her, rubbing her arm.

She nodded.

Harry's POV-

Where could she be?

Well I know who took her.

Wait a minute.

WHY HAVEN'T I CALLED THE POLICE?!

I picked up the phone and dialed the police.

"Hello, what's your emergency?" The lady asked.

"I need your help. My..."

What was she? Girlfriend? No. My friend? Well yes, My bestfriend. I'll go with that.

"My best friend has been kidnapped! Help!" I screamed into the phone.

I better walk back home..

"Okay. Calm. Where are you, sir?" The lady asked again.

"I'm at my house." I said as I walked up the driveway.

"It's 207 South Elm Street." I said, giving her the address.

"Alright. We're sending police over right now. What your name?" She said.

"Harry and thank you." I said then hung up.

I ran inside the house to find a still passed out Niall laying on the couch, a pacing Liam who also had tears streaming down his face, Louis sitting on the couch with a blank expression on his face. I couldn't even read his face. No emotion whatsoever.

"Where's Zayn?" I asked.

Louis and Liam's heads snapped in my direction.

"He's on his way here." Louis said.

I slumped myself onto the couch and stared at blankly at the wall.

Nobody said anything until there was a loud knock on the door.

I jumped out of my skin, scared to see who it was when I remembered I called the cops.

I got up and went to the door to see 2 police officers at the door.

"Are you Harry?" The tallest one asked.

"Yes. Come on in." I said, opening the door wider.

I shut the door, which turned more into a slam, and Niall woke up startled and fell off the couch.

Nobody said anything or did anything.

Wow, we ARE that depressed.

Michelle's POV-

We've been sitting in this same dark room for hours.

There were no windows. The door was locked. There was a bathroom, that didn't have any windows either.

Great. How am I going to get out of here? All I know is we're in some abandoned house out in the middle of no where.

Then, I heard footsteps outside the door, then the door swung open.

"You." The boss said, pointing to me.

I froze.

What is he going to do?

"Come with me. Now." He said.

I carefully stood up, not waking up Alex, and walked over to him.

He roughly grabbed my arm.

"Ow! Your hurting my arm you jerk." I said.

His grip only got tighter.

Yep, that's going toward a bruise.

"Get in there." He said, pushing me into a different bedroom.

I fell to the ground, and landed on my left knee.

I cursed under my breath.

Then, he slammed the door and I was left in complete darkness.

I decided to just try and sleep. The only way I can escape this cruel world for a while.

I was almost asleep when I heard an ear-curdling scream and a gun shot.

Harry's POV

"Tell me everything that happened."

"Okay, I was talking to my friend, Louis, upstairs when I heard loud thud, the a couple seconds later another one, then the door slammed closed. I came downstairs to find these two kno-"

I froze.

I looked past the police officer and inside the kitchen. The door was open, and I could see the window from here.

There was something stuck to the handle of the window.

"Mr. Styles." The police officer said.

I ignored him and walked into the kitchen and to the window.

Hanging on the window handle, was Michelle's lucky bracelet.