Redemption

Chapter 5: Arrival

I sat up and blinked a few times. Niall walked into the lounge and retrieved my bad from the upper compartment.

"Let's go." he said.

I followed him out of the jet and onto an airplane runway. I turned to face the jet and watched as Harry stepped out into the nippy August air. His heavy footsteps pounded down the staircase. As soon as he stepped on the ground, a black limousine with tinted windows pulled up. Niall opened the trunk and placed my suitcase inside.

"Get in." Harry commanded as he joined the driver in the front seat.

Niall and I climbed into the back seat. I have never been in a limo before. It seemed even more extravagant than I thought. The tan leather glistened from the lights inside the vehicle. There were champagne bottles sitting in a cooler. Niall popped one open and offered me a glass. I turned the generous offer down, simply because I refuse to drink alcohol until I'm of the legal age...in America, that is. I'm not sure how old you have to be to drink it in England.

The limo departed the runway and joined a busy street.

Niall was occupied on his phone as I stared out the window. I reflected on how my simple life has changed within a couple of hours. Up until today, I have never been on a place. I have never been in a limo and I have never been outside of America. I wonder how my mother is reacting to my abduction. She's probably found my broken cell and empty clothes drawers by now. I hope she doesn't have a panic attack. I hate to admit it, but I actually miss my crazy mother.

A window dividing the two sections of the limo was rolled down.

"Niall, what do you want for dinner?" asked Harry, his voice sounding surprisingly calm now.

"I don't care...whatever Liam wants to make is fine with me."

"Last time you said that, you complained about the food all night. I'm not falling for that shit again. It's your night to pick dinner. What do you want?"

Niall laughed and replied, "Why don't you ask our guest?"

I rolled my eyes. Guest. He made it sound like I chose to be here.

"I don't care what she wants. She'll eat or starve." Harry responded, showing no sign of sympathy.

"Heartless much?" after receiving no response, Niall continued. "Fish and chips sounds good." He smirked.

"We had that last Sunday. You're such a pain in the ass." Harry laughed. "Whatever. Fish and chips it is. Welcome to England, Jennifer."

My name sounded so awful as it came out of his mouth. It sounded so ugly and revolting. Harry rolled up the window and Niall returned his attention to his phone.

After what seemed like the second longest ride of my life, the limo turned down a long driveway. The perimeter was decorated with beautiful rose bushes. We pulled up to a gate. After a few seconds, the gate opened and we continued down an even longer driveway. I couldn't see much, for the area was hidden by a forest of thick trees.

And then I saw it.

We parked in front of a huge estate; it was bigger than any home I've ever seen. It was decorated with red old-fashioned bricks. It had balconies all around the second floor.

"Is this your house?" I asked sheepishly.

"Yeah. Each of us has our own wing. There are 6 wings...one belongs to Zayn so we've shut that one off from the rest of the house."

"What about the other wing?" I replied.

Niall hesitated. "We don't talk about that wing. Don't bring it up to Harry, either."

I nodded before stepping out of the limo. I stared in awe at the monstrosity before me. The house was even bigger while standing in front of it. Harry walked past me as he smirked and entered the huge doors. Niall brought my bag into the house and ushered me to follow him. I stepped through the large doors and widened my eyes in amazement.

This is where I would spend my days as a hostage.