Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Zayn

Zayn

After a while of laying my finger on the enter key, I finally posted the newest video to the website. I was sure the government or someone to that effect had gotten access to the website via Hemmings, but I was sure there was no way they could trace anything back to me. I was smarter than any tech in the FBI or MI5. Niall was lucky he found me to help him, because we had a solid plan.

Sure I was worried about being caught, because in every good CSI film, the villain is always caught. However, some get away and no one ever heard from them again. I prayed that would be us, but at that point and time, I thought it may not of worked out like that.

But I made my decision, and I wouldn't back down (well, I was stuck, really) If I had the choice, I would stay with my new friends and teammates.

Hemmings was being a little bump in the road, however. It definitely injures our plans. I didn't understand why he didn't want his kid back. We learned he was a douche bag before the kidnapping, but that much of one? Even we weren't that bad.

Niall was slowly becoming more and more stressed out. It was hard to watch him. After a week, he was hit the hardest, but he chose to lead us through this entire thing. I could tell he wanted this mess to be over, but we started something we couldn't stop so we had to continue.

I ventured downstairs to Louis curled up on the couch sleeping with Harry at his feet and Liam was across the room in the arm chair. The news was on but muted, just in case Hemmings or Liam's face would pop again.

Harry heard the stairs creak under me and slowly turned around while smiling sweetly and putting his finger to his lips to quiet me. I could tell he was kind of the fatherly figure of the group, especially to Louis. I could tell Harry thought he was something special.

Liam, on the other hand, eyed Louis down like prey, and not like he would with those boys and girls he had killed. And as for Louis, I couldn't really tell who he had chosen thus far, but there was definitely some sort of triangle going on between them and even though they may have been oblivious, Niall and I certainly weren't. We kept a running joke about how long it would take for one of the bigger boys to jump on the younger. I thought it would be Liam, knowing he had no self control, and Niall thought Harry would because of how desperate he was.

I found Niall doubled over in front of the open refrigerator presumably looking for something. "Zayn, we're running out of food, and if we're feeding enough for six people, we'll need to stock up soon."

"How are we supposed to do that?" Liam asked, quietly butting into our cover. He seemed to have gotten tired of watching Louis sleep and Harry swooning over him.

Harry entered the kitchen right behind Liam with a big grin on his face. "You're lucky the master of disguise is in the house or you'd have a serious problem. I can make myself, or anyone for that matter, look older or younger or different or normal. That's what makes me a-"

"Con artist, yeah, yeah. Do you have those things with you?" Niall eagerly inquired.

"I've got a make-up kit and a few clothing items but I don't have a wig."

"Can you make due with what you have?"

"Definitely. I'll make myself look older and take Louis with me and pretend to be his dad or something. We'll be in and out fast. I'll just need some cash."

"Sounds like a solid plan to me," Niall said. Liam rolled his eyes. He wanted to be alone with Louis.

"Sounds good. You can go get ready, the store will be busy in about an hour."

Harry went into his bedroom and we didn't see him for a half an hour. He was quite the sight when he appeared while we were all least expecting it. I could tell it was him, but he definitely looked different. His chocolate brown hair had been tinged with grey and white and his hairline appeared to recede more than normal. There were defined wrinkles on his forehead, eyes, cheeks, and mouth, and his cheeks and neck had a little extra fat on them. His chin had an essence of stubble that we hadn't seen before and his sideburns were longer. He had a striped button up shirt on, nothing we weren't used to, but he had tucked it into his belted black pants.