**** I would like to give credit to my friend Chloe for giving me the idea for this chapter. If anyone has any feedback for me please comment. Thanks *****
Chapter 27
Eloise's POV
Harry took me to a small, elegant restaurant that was hidden behind many back streets. The outside was covered with vines and fairy lights, like the kind you find in movies.
"How did you find this place?"
"Zayn got us lost when we were here last. We were trying to get anyway from some fans and before we knew it, it was night and everyone was hungry and that's when we stumbled upon this place. I love it here, it's so quiet, I don't have to hide my true self. Plus the foods great. Ever tried snail?" For a moment I didn't here his question, I was so lost in watching his facial features and how he seemed to glow when he was talking about not having to hide who he was, then I was bought back to reality.
"Snail?! No I have not tried it before" I say pulling the most disgusted face ever. Harry just laughed and ushered me inside the door. He spoke to a waiter in French about our reservation the we were lead to a table in the back corner. We ordered some wine and Harry being the lovely guy he is ordered snails as an appetizer, gotta love him. "Hey don't knock till you tried" he said, but I give him an unsure look. "I gotta go to the loo but don't get any more gorgeous while I'm gone." I scoff "that's unlikely" he laughs he sweet sexy laugh and goes to the toilet.
Harry has been gone a while now. Stop worrying Eloise! Maybe I should go check on him? Yeah I think I will. I get up from my seat and walk into the men's bathroom (yes I'm that weird). As soon as the door opens I stand frozen at the sight before me. Harry was tied up unconscious with tape around his mouth. A black figure loomed over him with a knife. He looks up and sees me, but I can't see him through the black ski mask. Before I can think of screaming something course is placed over my mouth. I feel the world slipping from my grip but all I can think about is whether Harry is okay.
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My head is pounding. My vision blurry. Breathing ragged. Where was I? The floor I lay on isn't carpet or wood, it's dirt. My eyes have adjusted to the dim light that I now know is coming from a single lamp but it isn't a normal lamp it looks to be an old oil lamp. The walls are all made of rock. I think I'm underground or at least in a cave. But why was I here? The last thing I can remember was...seeing Harry unconscious of the bathroom floor. "Harry...?" I try to say but my throat hurts to much to talk properly. I look around the area I'm in. I don't have any tie on my ankles or wrists. Weird. I thought I would. Before I can attempt to talk again I hear voices coming from down a passage way, I listen intently to them trying to make out who they are.
"Why did you bring the girl? She is going to be nothing but trouble!" I faintly hear a voice of a male sounding rather pissed off at someone.
"She was a witness. Besides it could be good for her to watch, it's not like she will leave and tell people with the risk of her precious boyfriend getting killed. I want to see the fear and pain that runs through her eyes when we do it." This voice is that of a woman, her accent is rather familiar but I can't pin point it. But what's she talking about? What are they going to make me watch?
"Very well. You go check to see if she's awake I'll get him ready. Oooh this will be so much fun." I can hear the gleeful sound of the man and I don't like it.
The talking stops and a figure emerges towards me. Out of instinct I move back until I cannot wedge up against the wall anymore.
"Looks like someone's awake. Hahaha you don't look half as scared as what you should be, but oh well what you see soon will make you scream." It was the woman. She gave me a wicked smile, her teeth weren't white or straight so it gave her another psychotic look that would petrify anyone who saw her. She hand blonde shoulder length hair and a body that wasn't fit but enough that made her look normal."What do you want with Harry?" I finally manage to choke out. "Haha my dear, you will see soon enough, but for now just pray that it won't happen to you. Oh and there are a few things you need to know, first, you try and escape we kill you. Second, well I don't really think we need a second one." The woman gets up and moves across the dirt floor to a dark corner. When she come back in her hands she was holding a chair, but the chair has a sorta head rest on it. Why does there need to be a head rest? When the woman has setup the chair she motions for me to go over. When I don't and try to move back further, she comes over and grabs both of my wrists, " I told you to come over here, that means you do as you're told!" She yells all the while dragging me to the chair. All that's running through my mind is Harry, is he safe?, is he dead? Oh lord please don't let him be dead. "Georgia!" I hear a man yell. The woman's name must be Georgia. After tying me down to the chair and securing my head in place so that I couldn't move it, Georgia goes to see what's happening. I thrashed and thrashed against the straps but they wouldn't budge. When Georgia was coming back around the corner that when it happened. That's when I stopped breathing, when my heat stopped beating...
*****gotta love cliffhangers :) *****
