Barely Holding On [H.S]

Fourteen

*flashback*

Ed's POV:

I herd the door open to the room I was in. I was sitting on the foot of the bed with my head in my hands, I didn't bother moving when I heard the door.

"Hey, up here." I heard a stern voice snap. I looked up to see Zayn.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Come with me." He said.

"Can you take me to Addie? Please?" I begged.

"I'm not taking you anywhere but away from here." He blatantly stated.

"Fuck, please? I want to make sure she's okay. Please don't hurt her. Please just- just make sure she doesn't get hurt." I asked once more.

"I can't promise you anything, rules are rules. Now if you don't get the fuck up in three seconds, I'll personally go drag her in here by her hair and beat her right here and now!" He shouted in a hushed tone. I stood up, but anger overpowered me. I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

"Of course you would! You're sick, really very sick. Only someone completely insane would do this to an innocent, afraid girl. You," I pointed at him. "You deserve to rot in jail."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to drag you out, then. And after I'm done with you, don't worry, I promise that Addie will get a punishment for your words." Zayn replied, icily.

"Fuck you." I said, and spit on his shirt. Something inside him snapped, and he grabbed my the back of my neck and dragged my all the way out to his car. Then he threw me into the boot and my head hit the ground, hard. Black circles clouded my vision and eventually expanded into full blackness, before I passed out.

Zayn's POV:

I called Harry and told him to come out to the car.

"Ed stacked me when I went to bring him food. I wouldn't let him see Addie." I told him when he got outside.

"Well, where is he?" He asked.

"Passed out in the trunk." I said, motioning my hand to it.

"Alright. Let's get rid of him then. He won't do well with us anyways.

*current time*

Addie's POV:

It had been almost an hour and I was nervous for when Harry came back. I hadn't moved from my spot, just staring out the window at the empty fields and meadows passing by and thinking. I was thinking about my old home and my family, and that they're probably worried sick about me. I wondered if the police have given up the search or if they're still hopeful. I somehow doubted they'd still be searching very hard anymore, but I was afraid to admit it to myself.

"Well, babe." Harry's voice startled me out of my trance from out of nowhere. I turned cautiously towards him, dreading the upcoming chat we were about to have.

"Oh, um- Harry. I- I didn't notice- how long were you there?" I stuttered, not knowing what sentence to begin with.

"Few minutes, maybe," He smirked. "You look quite beautiful when you're in a daze." I stayed quiet. Coming from someone else, that would flatter me, from Harry it just made me uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat and looked down at my hands, which were interlocked the table in front of me, elbows hanging off.

"Your eyes get big and your whole face softens and you lose that sour expression you usually have. Not that it's not good looking as well, it I prefer your thinking face." When I still don't reply, he speaks up yet again.

"Have you made your decision?" He asked, sitting down across from me and putting his elbows on the table. His hands reached out to touch mine, and I moved them to my lap. I was focusing on my fingers, fiddling around with my nails. He cleared his throat.

"Um- yes, I have." I said uncomfortably. I still hadn't taken my eyes off my lap.

"Okay, let's hear it." He said. I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Well, I don't want Ed to be killed, so..." I drifted off.

"Yes?" He asked. I knew he caught on to my answer, but he just wanted to hear me say it.

"I don't want the option where Ed gets hurt." I clarified a bit more.

"So tell me which option you do want," I looked up at him, and on his face was a satisfied grin. "Addie, all you have to do is just say I want to sleep with you, Harry, it's simple." He mimicked a girly voice as he told me what to say.

"But I don't want to. I just have to or you'll kill the only thing I have left." I coldly replied.

"Just. Say it. Unless you want me to kill your little boyfriend." He spat back.

"Okay, fine. I umm, I want to sleep with you. Harry." I muttered under my breath, extremely uncomfortable.

"What? Don't mumble, babe. I couldn't hear you. You'll have to repeat that." He smiled.

"I want to sleep with you Harry." I said, clearly as I could. He leaned lower towards the table, so our heads were the same height.

"That's more like it. And do you know what? I'll be really nice and let you pick when you want it to happen. And where, if you'd like." He leaned back against his seat again, a smug grin on his face.

"I don't really want-" I began, but was interrupted.

"To chose? Oh well, I thought so. Okay, I guess I will if I must," he put his hands up in surrender. "How about tonight. We stop at a hotel and we can get our own room. But if we can't get a hotel, we can just pull over and use the driver's area. It's soundproof. It's meant for the driver to not get distracted, but I can see it being used for other purposes." He winked at me and I looked down at my lap.

"Good girl. Now we're almost here, so when we arrive, I want you to go into the driver's area with Liam and shut the door. I've already told Liam about it.

Why? I was about to ask, but was stopped by Liam, shouting Harry's name.

"Be right back." He sighed and waked up to the front of the bus. He walked out about ten seconds later, smiling.

"We found him."

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