Kidnapped by One Direction

Chapter Nineteen: Great.

**Two Months of Touring Later**

**Alexa's POV**

I sat on my hotel bed, scrolling through Tumblr. My mind was racing, thinking about who knows what. I can't believe that we've been on tour for two months. It's crazy! Just before I was about to reblog a post, I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said. Grayce shows up at the door, and comes in. 

"Are you ok?" I asked, Grayce had tear stains on her beet red face, her eyes were watering, and she looked miserable. She shakes her head, and sits down next to me. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I continue. 

"It's Ebby," She said, Ebby is Grayce's thirteen year old dog, she's had her forever. "She, she died." 

My heart sinks, all I can do right now is pull Grayce into a hug, and rub her back. I can't even think, Ebby was such a great dog. Whenever all of our families went camping, Ebby would catch fish with her mouth, like a bear. I also am on the verge of tears, but must stay strong for Grayce's sake. She's like a little sister to me.

I step out for a moment, and grab two pints of Ben and Jerry's ice cream, two spoons, and head back in to my room, turning on the built in Netflix on the TV and turn on The Lying Game, our favorite TV show. 

I hand Grayce the pint, and she takes it. "I also miss track," she says, ripping the cover off the tub or fatty goodness.

"Yeah?" I ask. Honesty, I do too. I miss pushing myself to do great at the meets, I miss the nerves, the adrenaline, just the whole experience. 

"Liver cancer," Grayce blurts out, looking at me sincerely. I tilt my head in confusion, and she continues. "Mom told me that they had to put Ebby down because her Liver Cancer spread. It was too hard for her to continue on," she sobs, scooping yet another spoonful of ice cream. 

"I'm so sorry," I say, watching the TV.

"It's ok, I guess." she says, focusing on the TV. 

After about twelve episodes and two pints of ice cream, Grayce falls asleep. It's about ten at night, and Louis hasn't come in at all. I go out to the kitchen, and see a note.

Alexa,
Meet me outside the hotel at ten fifteen, don't bring anyone, or anything. Just you. 
Michael.

I start hyperventilating, Michael, I dated him for about a year, and he was terrible. He ended up cheating on me, with this other girl, and honestly, I didn't care. He was the worst boyfriend ever, and has a violent reputation. I honestly don't know how he found me, but I guess he has. I put on a Sports Bra and a pullover black track hoodie, from my previous year in track. 

I take the elevator down to the first floor, and go out the back entrance. There, leaning against the wall, is him. Michael. I walk over to him.

"You're early," he says, not moving.

"You're an ass," I spit back. He turns around really quick, grabs the front of my sweatshirt, and pushes me up against the brick wall of the hotel, hitting my head. I groan.

"Now, meet me back here tomorrow same time, and don't you even dare tell on of your famous friends, or this will be just that much harder," Michael says, tightening his grip on my sweatshirt. I nod, scared for my life. Honestly, Michael is unpredictable. You never know what he might do.

He slaps me, hard across the face, and then drops me on the hard cold ground, walking away. "Don't forget," he mutters. I stay on the ground until Michael is out of sight. I go back upstairs to my and Louis' room, and see Louis on the couch. I go and hug him, and he hugs back.

"Where were you?" he asked. 

"Out for a walk," I answer. I explain that Grayce is asleep in our bed, so Louis offers to sleep on the couch. I go in to my room and get under the covers, staring at the ceiling. This is gonna be a long night.

I wake up around eight in the morning, surprised that I fell asleep, while Grayce is still conked out next to me. I go and shower, I probably better prepare for the worst tonight. After my shower, I grab the keys to the Escalade we are using for the time being and drive to a camping store.

I jump out of the seat, and walk in, looking around. I pick up a baggy sweatshirt, a baggy paor of sweatpants, and a long pair of socks. I grab a small pocket knife, a pocket first aid kit, some pocket food things, and a pocket GPS. I also grab a self charger for my phone, because you never know. 

After my long shopping trip, and getting back to the hotel it  was 6. I had four hours to prepare. I pull on the clothes along with  pulling my hair back into a ponytail. This would be great, and on our day off. Note the sarcasm. By the time I'm done preparing, Louis walks in. I give him a huge hug. 

"Woah, babe, are you okay?" he asks. I nod, pulling back. 

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too!" he exclaims. I nod, and check the time. Ten. 

"I'm going to go to bed," Louis says, kissing my cheek. I nod, and wait for him to go to the bedroom. I grab my phone off charge, and slip it in one of the inside pockets of my sweatshirt. I head down the elevator once again, but this time, terrified of my life. 

"Hello," Michael greets.

I stand back at the ally way of the hotel, and notice that Michael has three buddies and a gun in his hand.

"Get her," Michael says, crossing his arms causally. The buddies run up at me, and grab me. I don't even try to run, why would I? Michael could kill me at any second, so why struggle? One man puts a cloth over my nose and I don't breathe. I know what he's trying to pull here, and I'm not giving in. 

"Come on sweetheart, breathe, you know you want to," his use of 'sweetheart' and his raspy voice make me want to gag. I can't hold my breathe anymore, so I breathe in. I instantly get sleepy, and just simply, give in.

I wake up with a huge pain in my head. I reach up to feel it, and feel something wet. I bring my hand back down to my face. Blood. Great.

There's a TV on in the what seems like an abaondoned hotel, with the news on. 

"Alexa Walkers, from the band Fourth Heartbeat, has been missing in action for two days now. The cops have no idea where she is, but her boyfriend, Louis Tomlinson, says that she dissapeered late Tuesday night. That's all for now, tune in later for more on the story," the news lady reports. I'm right here! I scream in my head.

If only that worked.

A/n!

Hey guys, I haven't updated in forever. But here it is! DUN DUN DUN. bUt anyways, I've been busy with Track, and I had a meet today and jumped 10 feet 8 inches on my long jump! That beat my goal! I was soo proud. Anyways, I love you. I'm so tired guys, idek. 

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