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

Harry

Harry

I couldn't control my tears like I couldn't control my actions. In less than twenty four hours I managed to fuck up two relationships that I once cherished. I was disgusted at myself for treating Louis like I did. Those words I called him, my abuse, it wasn't who I was. I wasn't that person. It was this operation that was getting to me. I wanted it to end, I wanted to go back to the life I was living.

I walked down the driveway and turned to go up the hidden path beside the house but instead I caught sight of a tree that was perfect for climbing. I jumped and grabbed into a sturdy branch, using it to pull myself up and over onto a branch for me to sit on. I laid across the two and put my feet on another brand a bit higher up, sitting with my hands behind my head on another.

What if I just went and told the police? Just walked right into the station and said, "I can show you where me and my buddies are hiding those kids," and maybe our punishments wouldn't be so harsh. Or I could just blame it on them, give them intel and when they say I was in on it I'll use my skills and pretend I've never seen them before in my life.

But I wouldn't. I had already done enough to hurt people. I didn't know how I was supposed to go back to the house later and face everyone. I hoped they would be adults and forget about it, but I knew Louis never would.

My life sucked, that's for sure. It was like hell on earth. Even before I met Niall, my life went down the drain in a series of events. Firstly, I didn't graduate from school. I flunked a few classes like history and maths, but I didn't care. My parents kicked me out of the house when they learned this, but I was good at saving my money, so I bought a cheap apartment and moved out. I didn't continue school, so I searched for a low income job. Living in a more rural town, it was hard to find somewhere that was hiring. But, luckily, I found a job as a waiter in some small diner. However, the manager told me it had been a mistake to hire me, so I was laid off. Because of mortgage on my apartment, I quickly became bankrupt trying to pay it off and find a job. So I started my conning business.

I was 19 when I started, and at the time of the kidnapping, I was 25. I would definitely say I was phenomenal at my job, keeping the act up for six years was an accomplishment! I had been through everything and everyone, police riots, flirting with people men and, sadly, women, robbery, name it. I worked with several serial killers, (Liam included) to get rid of people who were suspicious of me. I was a professional, as I always told myself, and I was proud of it. Never once did I regret or feel bad for stealing. It was in my blood.

I checked my watch, I had been outside for an hour and five minutes. I decided it was time for me to go back. I contemplated apologizing or not. I knew they would ignore it, I had inflicted too much damage. One day I would, however. I knew it.

I walked back up the sidewalk and sighed as I opened the door quietly, stepping in and shutting it before placing my jacked on the hook.

I kept my head down, but I couldn't help to lift it when I heard Louis giggling like a ten-year-old on the couch as Liam bounced popcorn off his face. Louis looked blissful, beautiful. I glanced at his cheek, still slightly red with my handprint and I felt a lump in my throat. They knew I was there, but they both chose to ignore me.

I left the room and ran down to my room, flopping on my bed and crying into my pillow for the first time in my life.

I walked upstairs to the smell of grilled chicken and steak, thankful to quench my hunger. Niall glanced at me, rolled his eyes when he saw my red-rimmed ones, and glared back at me. "Take this downstairs for the boys." At least Niall was speaking to me, albeit harshly. I looked towards Liam and Louis after hearing Louis gorgeous giggles as Liam lifted him onto counter. They were having some sort of sauce fight, Louis had some smeared across his forehead and Liam had some on his cheek, and Louis hand was covered in the substance. I grabbed the tray of food for the hostages and glimpsed at Louis coating Liam's lips with the barbecue sauce before Liam ducked down to press his face to Louis' neck, the latter bursting out into another fit of laughter.

I looked away when I turned, hurrying down the stairs to get out of that room filled of hatred and malice.

I sighed as I hit the bottom of the stairs and walked to the room with the boys. I hadn't spoken to them since two days previous when we had filmed the video but I knew they looked the same as always. Ashton never looked any of us in the eye, Michael eyed us down like he was a psychomaniac, Luke was always and tears, and Calum with his blank and dumb stares.

I flung the door open and dropped the tray on the floor and leaning against the door, raising my eyebrows. "Dinner. Eat."

"Wow boys, we've graduated to incomplete sentences," Ashton remarked eyeing the burnt chicken with disgust.

"Just shut up and eat your food, ungrateful mutt."

I left the room and slammed the door behind me, feeling slightly small. He was at my lowest of my lows, even the hostages were superior to me. I didn't know what to do, but I did know that there was one person in the house that would speak to me.

That was Zayn.

I spoke to the dark haired boy after everyone had gone to bed.

"Zayn, you're still speaking to me, right?"

Zayn looked away from the TV and gave me a half smile. "Yeah. Everyone has a bad day."

"I did some pretty bad things though."

"Sure, but haven't we all? I know they're all angry. But they'll come 'round."

"I guess you're right. I need advice though."

"Well, I think that you should give it a day, and then try speaking to Louis about it. Say that you never meant to hurt him physically and emotionally, but you understand that he's mad. As for the other two, they seem to agree with whatever Louis says. As long as you change Louis' mind, the other boys will do the same."

"Okay. I guess you're right. I just pray that it goes well."

"Harry, get up here! Your fucking face is on the TV!" I groaned at the sound of my name, not really registering what was said. I shuffled upstairs and widened my eyes as I looked at the television.

Sure enough, plastered on the screen was a drawing that somewhat resembled me, and there, next it, her cheeks tracked with tears as she spoke to four microphones on a podium, was Miss Laura Hemmings herself.

*****

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