Hostage

Chapter 2

Carter’s POV

I could feel my entire body freeze. Was this really happening? This only happened in movies, it was not suppose to happen in real life. Yet here I was, standing inside a bank with a firearm pointed at me. I quickly laid myself down on the floor. I was definitely not getting on their bad side, and I was definitely not going to play a hero either. As I placed myself down on the floor, I looked around me. Everyone had done the same as me, guess they didn’t want to piss of the scary men with guns either.

The room was now completely silent, except for a few soundless shrieks here and there. Guess people have seen enough hostage movies to know better than to play heroes. I couldn’t help looking over at the place I had seen Harry stand before, and yes, he was still there. Not only that, he was still looking at me. I found that a bit weird, as everyone else inside the bank was looking at the robbers, but then again I was looking at him, so who am I to judge.

One of the jumpsuit-covered men locked the door with chain and a padlock. He then walked back towards the middle of the bank. The man who had told everyone to get down on the floor, opened his mouth again, not that I could see it as his face was covered in a white mask. His voice made my whole body shiver, as it was filled with evil and authority. “Keep doing what we tell you, and no one will get hurt.” He looked around him as if to see if everyone was listening. I pictured him smirking behind his mask, making me hate him even more than I have ever hated anyone before. “I want women on the left side, men on the right side!” He yelled, again sending shivers down my body. God, he was scary.

I quickly stood up and walked over to the left side of the room. As I walked over, I couldn’t help think about the fact that they hadn’t done anything to the security cameras placed around on the walls and pillars. Isn’t that the first thing anyone would do when they rob a bank? Just as the thought hit me, one of the robbers lifted his machinegun and shot one of the cameras down. He then quickly did the same with the others. The crack from the gun made everybody jump a little, but then everyone went silent again. This really must be the worst day ever.

Harry’s POV

What the hell was happening? Just five minutes ago I had been checking out this totally hot girl, now I was standing together with all the other men in the bank on the right side of the room. The robbers had come out of nowhere, but sure the police must be on their way? The gunshots must have been heard at least a thousand miles away. We would probably be out in a few minutes, taken care of be the police. A boy can hope, right?

I looked over to my left, where Jason stood. He was my assistant, but right now he looked more like a scared toddler. Guess I am on my own then. I don’t know why, but I didn’t find this situation as frightening as I probably should. The robbers were just after the money, and as long as we did as they told us, nothing would happen. Again; a boy can hope, right?

“Make a straight line!”  one of them yelled. We all did as told. I couldn’t help noticing the hot girl again there she stood at the end of the line. She was probably the only female in the room who didn’t have tears in her eyes. Wow, her eyes. I yet again became lost in her eyes. Suddenly those eyes were looking straight at me. We stared at each other for a moment before she let her eyes fall to the floor again. Too bad, I could stare into those eyes forever. I laughed silently at myself for think about girls in this situation. Then again, I’m a boy, what do you expect?

One of the men walked over to the line I was standing in. He held out a plastic bag in order for us to throw our phones in it. He started at the left side of the line, and worked himself along the line. In a few seconds he would be in front of me. I found my phone in my pocket and held it in front of me, ready to throw it away. Then it was my turn. The man didn’t give me a second look, luckily. It would have been quite funny of they asked me for my autograph though. Unfortunately one of the other men did recognize me, and something about his eyes told me he wasn’t going to ask me for my autograph. “Wait a second!” He said and walked over to me. “You look familiar.” I tried my best to look innocent and shrugged my shoulders. He kept staring at me. “I know who you are, you are from that band...interesting.” he laughed, and for the first time this day I was actually scared. There was something in his laugh that sent chills down my spine. “You can be useful.” Useful? What did he mean with that? I still didn’t say anything though, I just kept looking down at the ground.

He tilted his head to the left, like he was thinking about something. He slowly lifted his gun, making me wonder what the hell he was doing. Next thing I knew, he hit my straight in the head with the gun, making everything go black.

Carter's POV

Harry fell to the floor, making my heart skip a beat. One of the robbers had just knocked his gun straight into his head. Up until this moment I hadn’t taken this whole thing seriously. I just thought they were robbing the bank and then leaving, but they clearly had other plans. Harry was lying lifeless on the floor, but I could see him breathe by the way his chest moved up and down. At least he wasn’t dead.

One of the men threw Harry over his shoulders and walked towards the door labeled Staff only. That door lead either up to my dad’s office or down to the huge basement with hundreds of rooms. It was like a fucking labyrinth down there, but I still thought that was the place the man was taking Harry.

After the door shut behind the man and Harry, the other man continued to collect phones as if nothing had happened. He worked his way down the men’s line, and then started doing the same in the women’s line. After what had happened to Harry, everyone in the bank seemed a lot more scared. No one looked up, and no one moved. Nothing happened, but then it was my turn. He stopped in front of me and laughed. “Boss, here she is.” He said and waived for one of the other men to come over. What did he mean with that? Did they know I was here? I really didn’t like this!

The man the other one had called boss walked over to me. “Yes indeed. There she is, the lovely daughter of Mr. Castellio. You received the text we sent you then?” he laughed an evil laughter before yelling out “Take her down and put her in the same room as the boy!” Wait, what? The text, it had never been from my father, it had been a trick to get me here. But why, what did they need me for? Well, I guess I would find out sooner or later. I rather not find of though, these men were clearly up to no good.

I cringed when the man who had hit Harry in the head walked over to me, but he didn’t hit me. Instead he just pointed the gun at me and told me to walk, or he’ll shoot. I’ll take the walking over the shooting any day.

As the Staff only door closed behind us, I couldn’t help feeling completely and utterly afraid. This was the man who scared me the most of all of them, and he was right now aiming a gun at me. What a great situation to be in. “Keep walking.” He said with a hoarse voice. It was terrifying. We kept walking and the man only said something when he wanted me to walk through a specific door or change my walking direction. How did this man know what the bank looked like on the inside? There are no cameras down here, so they couldn’t have hacked them. That could only mean that they have someone on the inside. Someone who work here. I bet it’s that bitch Astrid, I knew there was a bigger reason for me not liking her.

We stopped in front of a door. I knew what was on the other side, and it was nothing more exciting than a small room filled with old things my father hadn’t bothered to throw away. The man opened the door and before I knew it, I was face flat on the floor, hearing the door close behind me. I pushed myself up from the floor and looked around me trying to see. That was a lost case, as the room was completely dark.

Luckily I knew where the light switch was placed, as I had been inside this room several times before. When I was little I used to play down here, trying to find new places and hidden treasures. I never found any treasures. I did however learn how the bank looked like down here. Maybe I could use that to my advantage later. Probably not.

I tried to stand up, but it was almost impossible because my foot hurt too much. I must have sprained it when that shithead pushed me into the room and made me stumble over something. After a few tries I manages to stagger over to the wall where I knew the light switch was placed and pushed it, making the light flicker a few times before it finally lit up the room completely.

Stumbling, I turned around and I almost shrieked. I was not prepared to find another person in the room. But there he was, Harry Styles, lying on the floor still unconscious. Now, what the hell was I suppose to do?