Michael x Noah 🙏

25. ~Here We Go Again~

Noahs pov:
I don't even realize how much time has actually gone by since Michael left to use the bathroom. It comes to my attention when Hannah taps my shoulder.

"Huh? Oh, yes?" I smile at her.
"Michaels been gone for quite a while..." Her voice sounds concerned. "I thought to tell you because I can't go in the men's restroom..."

I looked at the time and realized it has been a while.
"Shit..." I quickly get up and speed walk into the bathroom.
I walk in a notice all the stall doors open.
"Michael...?" My heart beating faster. "Michael?!"
Shit. Nonononononono! Not again!

I run out and look around the place. God, there were so many people.
Wait. I have his location on my phone!
I stand by a wall and pull out my phone. I click on the app we use for live location and notice it says he's still here.
He's by the front door.

I quickly put my phone away and run to the front door. Michael was no where to be seen.
Shit...
Wait, there's a phone in the ground... a black phone with no case and it must be a goddamn coincidence the back was cracked the same as Michael's.
I grab the phone and see the newly shattered screen.
What the fuck happened?!
I swipe up on the phone and type in his password. His phone was about to call me.

I start running back to the team, bringing Michael's phone with me.
"Guys. We're leaving. Now. Get the fuck in the car."
Everyone looked at me and quickly got to moving. They knew I was being pretty fucking serious.

We all got into the car. Nicole in the drivers seat again
"Okay, Noah explain." Charlotte says in a serious voice.
I noticed Hannah looked extremely concerned.
I sigh.
"Michael was fucking taken again." My hands were gripping Michaels phone so tight, Hannah probably only said something to make sure it would still work.
"Is that Michaels phone..." Hannahs voice was shaky.
I just nod.
"This is my fault... I should have told you sooner when I realized he was gone for a while-" Hannah began but was interrupted by me.
"No. This isn't your fault. This is my fault. These people only want Michael to get back at me."

Hannah takes Michael's phone out of my hand. She runs her hand over it, pulling her hand back fast after what I assume to be part of the glass stabbing her hand.

I notice Hannah trying not to cry. I am too to be honest. I hate when this happens. I know I lead the strongest team but... I don't know where he is. What his situation is looking like right now.

"Noah, where do you want me to drive us?" Nicole says from behind the wheel.
"Home... just take us home..." I instruct her.

Michaels pov
It's dark...
Very dark...
I can't see my own hands...

"Awake?" A deep voice I recognized from earlier as.
A light turned on. A very dim light.
I didn't reply to them. I'm not gonna.
"You're a silent one, huh."
Once again, I didn't respond. I wasn't gonna respond.

"Oh and we're not letting your boyfriend know where you are." The ugly ass leader id assume, said. "Like you said, the last guy that kidnapped you didn't go so well~"

The man walked out, turning the light back off. Not that it did much anyway.

It's cold down here... I'm in one of Noah's hoodies and my sweatpants. Normally that's perfectly warm to me. You know what also doesn't help? It doesn't help that I'm a little tipsy. Not just from the alcohol. I think whatever they used to knock me out is still fucking up my brain. I'm so tired but I physically can not sleep.

I bring my knees up to my chest and sit like that, trying to keep as warm as possible.
Another guy walks down.
"What's up! Haha! How's it going~"
That voice sounded like the guy that stopped me first. He turns on the dim light and walks over to me.

I turn my head away, still refusing to talk.
The guy grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. I tried to resist. Only Noah was aloud to force me to look at him.
"If I were you I'd fix your attitude." The man said sternly.
I just look at him. My expression giving off an angry vibe.

"You know, you're pretty cute." He ruffles my hair, which I move my head to. Another thing only Noah's aloud to do.
"Don't call me that..." I say in a low, kind of cracky whisper. It probably sounded more mumbled.
"I'll do what I want." The man said back to me. He gripped my hair tight and lifted me by it, forcing me to my feet.
"OW! OWOWOW!" I cried out in pain.
"Gee you're not heavy-" the man said, still holding me up by my hair.
"Let go! Please it hurts!"  I stand on my tip toes, trying to get my head closer to his hand to make it less painful.

The man starts laughing at me in pain.
"Please let go..." I say as tears swell up in my eyes.

A few more guys walk down.
My anxiety kicked in a whole lot more than it already was.
"Well look at the good here~" One of the guys says.
"How much could we make off of him?" Another says.
"I'd say $1.5 million." The voice of the leader says.
"You think Mr. Carter would pay that?" A voice said after the leaders.
"Oh, I know Noah Carter would pay it."

The guy that was holding my hair let's go, making me fall onto the rough concrete floor. That hurt a lot by the way.

The leader walks up to me, getting in my face.
"Michael, right? Oh, wait, you don't talk."
He grabs me by the collar of my shirt, pulling me even closer to his face.
"Listen. When we call Noah, we're going to get the money from him, then bring you to him. I know how your boyfriend works."
I shut my eyes and turn my head.

The leader slapped me very hard, making me look back at him.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you."
I nod.
"If we don't get that money, you're stuck here forever."
I nod again, this time, through the tears I'm beginning to not fall.

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