chapter six

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Point of view Luke

Brad should be home for an hour now I hope he's okay and safe "breaking news a boy got kidnapped in a alley on maple street" the reporter says that is Brad "I hope he's okay, who kidnapped him?" I hear someone messing around on the balcony glass breaks I turn around seeing one of Harry's workers if I'm right his name is Ashton but I don't really know I don't care either I run to my bedroom and put my drawer against the door and sit down under my bed like a little child whose parents are mad.

"Lucas Robert Hemmings i'm going to count to five and if you didn't open the door you have a problem" Ashton yells i'm not going to open the door and I know i'm fucked if he gets the door open "Lucas you have a problem" Ashton gets the door open and looks around the place he gets my arm and looks mad at me I know i'm in trouble I try to fight him but he's stronger he grabs a cup from the cardboard and puts something in it putting it against my lips I drink it and pass out.

Point of view Louis

I walk into the apartmentcomplex Alyssa told me all about what happend to Luke and Brad I open the door of my apartment and put my keys in the bowl "finally showed up Tomlinson? Keep the lights off" Someone asks his voice sound familiar but I can't place it "what do you want?" I walk to the kitchen to get a knife I don't know where this guy is and with a knife I can protect myself I open the drawer and want to get a knife the kitchen lights are still on.

"Keep the knives where they are Tomlinson or you are in trouble" he says "what do you want from me" I don't shut the drawer I get a fork and get some leftovers I take a bite Luke's cooking stays the best after a shit day and there isn't soccer this is the best thing in life or this with soccer is amazing too I don't eat much in my life I mostly only eat one bite or nothing on a day and Luke and Brad can get so mad because of that and I don't really know why they get mad.

I walk to my bed and bump into someone who holds me I try to fight them but stop when I feel them hitting me hard in the stomach fuck that hurts "who cooked this? Listen you won't ask any questions or your in trouble you can only answer them and don't try to fight us" he says this is Harry "Luke cooked this I won't I promise" I bite the guy holding me and run to the door lying isn't safe but it can safe my life Harry grabs me and gives me some kind of drug.

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