Simon cowells daughter

I blinked my eyes open, a bright light nearly blinding me. "where am i" I mumbled. I glanced around my surroundings, this isn't my hotel room. The air was cold and musty, not the vanilla scent of harry and i's hotel.

I wiggled my arms, but they were bound to the chair, the same with my feet.

"Hello?" I called out into the room.

A young girl came rushing to my side.

"Where am I" I asked.

She flipped her black hair off her face.

"Hell" she whispered.

Chills flew up my spine with the harshness of her voice.

She turned around and grabbed an item off a metal trolley.

She brought the shiny object up to her eyes, a glint of evil and happiness evident.

"Why are you doing this" I cried. She just looked up at me, no emotion on her face, and cut another slit in my wrist.

I groaned out in pain.

"Where is my boyfriend" I whispered, my eyes getting heavy.

"Darell" she called.

On queue an old man limped into the room, he looked strangely like my old teacher, mr pail.

"Mr pail?" I muttered.

He nodded his head, a weird grin spread on his face.

"I never got to finish tutoring you" he slid his hand on my shoulder, suddenly a flash of images and memories flooded through my mind, and not the happy sort.

Mr Pail was my tutor when I was nine, he wasn't exactly teaching me English homework.

The rest of mr pails 'tutoring' I didn't like to talk about, but now it was history repeating itself.

Mr pail had been charged as a child sex offender after multiple parents complained to the school board, and the police.

The unfortunate thing, is that, my mum was one of those parents.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he edged his fingers under my singlet straps, trying to block out his disgusting actions.

***

-Harry's POV-

"Alana I'm back" I called out.

Silence.

"Alana?" I called, as I peered into our hotel room. The bed was empty.

"Alana come out. It's not funny anymore" I called.

I rummaged around our room on my hands and knees, when my fingers touched something cold.

I grasped my fingers around a glass bottle.

"shit" I cursed as I read the label on the bottle. Chloroform.

"GUYS COME HERE" I yelled as I rushed around the hotel room, trying to look for anything else.

Louis, niall, zayn, Liam and Lou rushed to the doorway.

I waved the bottle in my hands, and they all dropped their jaw.

**

"Stop!" I screamed as mr Pail tried to part my legs. I had reflexes, and kicked him in the nose. He stumbled backwards, hitting his head on the concrete floor.

The black haired girl was nowhere in sight so I started chewing at the fabric keeping my hand bound to the chair.

I ripped the last piece of fabric off my arm and ran out of the room, a long dull corridor stood before me.

I jogged forward, the vinyl green floor slapping against my feet. I looked behind me to see Mr pail running after me. I quickened my pace, but miserably failed, I tripped on a lonely toy in the corridor, falling flat on my face.

I rolled over to see the old man limping closer, I fumbled with a piece of wood next to me and whacked him across the head, it created a horrible smack as he hit the ground, blood spilling out of his head.

A sob escaped my mouth.

Why me.

"It's not over yet" a robotic voice sounded through the corridor, I looked around, searching for the source of the sound.

My eyes stopped on a little intercom on the wall. I gripped the piece of wood tighter, and pushed myself off the ground. I swung the piece of wood behind me and whacked it into the speaker, sparks and wires flew everywhere.

I clumsily stumbled into the closet door, locking it behind me.

My eyes growing heavier each second. I reluctantly shut them, afraid that is never open them.