The Book (A One Direction FanFic) *Completed*

Chapter 22

Alex's POV

I could feel somebody moving, but I couldn't force myself to open my eyes. After days of just sleeping and crying, you get pretty weak. Especially with barely enough food and water.

So, I just stayed put.

"Ow, your hurting my arm jerk!" Michelle said.

That made me sit up fast and look around the room.

The door wasn't closed all the way.

Idiot.

So I slowly crept out of the room, but then stopped by Drew.

"Take this." He said.

He handed me his gun.

I froze, holding the weapon in my hand.

Did he want me to shoot him?

"No, I don't want you to shoot me." He said with a scared look.

"Did I say that out loud?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, now go before he comes back." Drew said, walking off down the hall.

He wanted me to shoot the boss?!

Is he nuts?!

I don't think I can. Could I live with myself if I actually shot someone..

"Alex. Where are you." The boss asked bluntly.

"Where do you think I am, idiot." I scoffed, hiding the gun behind my back.

"Come on." He said, walking over to me.

"No." I stated bluntly.

"Fine, I guess we'll just do this here." He said, pulling out a knife from his back pocket.

I screamed like there was no tomorrow and pulled the gun out from my back.

I had never used a gun before, all I knew is you pull the trigger.

I pulled the trigger, and nothing happened.

"Crap." I mumbled.

"Somebody doesn't know how to use a gun, now does she?" The boss smirked, walking slowly towards me.

I was getting ready for the painful impact of the knife when I saw Drew doing a strange hand motion with his hand.

Oh, he was telling me how to work the gun!

I did what he did with his hand. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger.

I shot without knowing where I shot.

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was a dead man on the floor.

Harry's POV-

"Mr. Styles." The officer said again, following me into the kitchen.

"Hold on." I said, looking at the bracelet.

"Is that something of yours?" The police officer asked.

"No, I think it's Michelle's." I said, reaching out to pick it up.

"No, don't! If it is Michelle's, then we can get fingerprints

and stuff from it." The officer said, swatting my hand away from the bracelet.

He put on gloves and picked it up and put it in a ziploc baggie.

I nodded and went to sit back down.

Then, my phone rang.

I looked at the number.

Hm, I've never seen this number before, oh well. Might as well answer, right?

"Hello." I said blankly.

"Harry? Help!" A voice said.

"Michelle?!" I asked, shooting straight up in my seat.

Everyone was staring at me.

"Yes.. Help.. Police... Send... At... Did you.. That?" Michelle asked.

"No! You're cutting out. Michelle, repeat what you said." I pleaded.

"Send... To... Cabin... Middle of.. Help!" She said, still cutting out.

"Where? Michelle? Answer!" I yelled.

The line went dead.

"Michelle? MICHELLE! PLEASE ANSWER!" I yelled in between sobs.

I collapsed onto the floor, my head in my hands, sobbing.

Michelle's POV-

"Alex?!"'I yelled after I heard her scream.

Then, the door flew open to Drew.

"What do you want." I sneered.

"To get you out of here." He replied, walking towards me, offering a hand.

I hesitantly took it.

"Where's Alex?!" I asked

"She's already in the car." He replied as we walked out the door.

He was right, there she was, sitting in the back seat.

"Alex!" I yelled.

Her head shot up and I ran to the car.

I yanked open the door and enveloped her into a huge hug.

"Michelle?" She asked.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Can we go to McDonalds? I'm really hungry." She said.

I just laughed.