Kidnapped: A Harry Styles Fanfic

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Abby's P.O.V.

three months later

Toiling with my brown clotted hair, I sat up from the cot, looking around at the basement that has been home to many tortures, but now being able to move around because, all that torture and beating has stopped, why some people will certainly ask.

Well, because Mike got me pregnant. Yeah, you fucking heard me. Let's just say after Harry left I was raped about 3 more times, before my first period was missed, scared since at that point I was still a little baby and a weakling. Not anymore, Mike and John leave me downstairs by myself, looking down at myself, still wearing my high school's shirt that I wore all to long ago, but now raggedy with a bump showing, I smiled lightly. Have I gone insane, nah.

I just say I have not given up, but built up so much more of my own strength, although I was so desperate in the first weeks, with the beatings and rapings, that I almost forgot that I was about to get better, baby and all. John and Mike only shove food down with magazines once a day.

I don't mind though because sometimes I can see how Harry's doing, ha yeah I was mad, but now I am lost and okay, strangely, the baby really gave me something to look forwards to.

I look at the bottom of the stairs and pick up the People's magazine. The heading immediately catches my eye.

Inside Harry Styles's Kidnapping

Flipping through the magazine feverishly I land on the page.

Only months ago, Harry Styles, 19, took a turn for the worst as before one of his concerts he walked out of his dressing room to find a girl, now known as Abigail J. Duke, 17, of Wisconsin U.S.A. being held at gunpoint. Harry Styles, obiediently walked with them to attempt to save Abby's life. As they were leaving another one of One Direction's band members Nialll Horan, 19, walked out of his own dressing room to only see them being taken away.

"It was terrifying really, watching your best friend being kidnapped, with a fan," Niall quotes to people's magazine.

But now we have found that Abigail Duke, was killed in the action. We have only heard little about this because Harry Styles is still recovering by visiting the doctor's office daily, he only says he wishes to forget about the experience entirely, Abby and all.

I stopped reading, tears swelling down my eyes. Harry wants me dead. Isn't that a push in the ass. Doesn't want to remember me, says I am dead, what will my family be thinking, won't he have a fucking meet with me if I ever get out of here.

My thought's were short lived as Mike came barreling down the stairs with a pretty damn scary facial expression.

"How the fuck did you contact them?!" he roared, only now I was noticing his gun.

"Who?" I asked standing my ground, like hell did he scare me anymore.

"The police! They are outside now!"

"Really?"

That earned me a kick in the stomach, I tumble quickly into feetle position to protect my kid. I wasn't letting him near it, even if he was the father.

"I didn't I swear!" I scream, only now hearing the sirens in the distance and the screaming of officers to have Mike and John come out with their hands up.

"You little bitch, you are going to die now." Mike seethed.

So this was it, dying at the point of being rescued. Funny right, time slows done as Mike pulls out his gun and points it at me. I only can focus on the nuzzle of the gun, that was now pointed directly at me. I could still faintly hear gunshots in the background, and feet thumping through the house and the frantic knocking and punching at the basement door for them to come done, they think they can, I wish they could, maybe they could, I just want to save my child.

Maybe after this Harry can have a peace at mind, hope he fucking can, after telling them I am dead. Maybe I can haunt him in the afterlife.

Focus on the gun, the safety was no off, I wince and get ready for the pain, just as the door busts done.

Police men, bombard Mike, only moments before I hear a gun go off, and then pain, and finally blackness.