Anything Can Happen (Zarry AU)

Chapter 18

After a few more hours, I couldn’t take the pressure from it anymore. It felt like all the walls around me were closing in just enough for me to feel it, but slow enough to drive me insane. Liam’s job all day had been to keep me entertained while Karen dug into the investigation. But so far he was doing an absolute shit job. Every thirty seconds he’d say something, but when I didn’t answer he let the silence engulf us again.

“Hey! I’ve got an idea!” He jumped up from his seat on my bed and he ran out the door and down the stairs.

“Liam!” I shouted. He couldn’t just pop up an idea and then not tell me about it. I followed him into the kitchen and watched as he rudely interrupted his mother’s conversation. “What if we call the number Zayn got that picture from?” He rushed.

“Whoa, slow down Liam. What if they hang up?” Karen asked with a brow raised.

“We stall them. It only takes thirty seconds to track a call, right? And even if he’s not in the exact same spot of Harry, we could find them, and force them to give Harry up.”

Karen pondered over it for a moment before turning to me. “It’s worth a shot. Do you want to do this?” I nodded my head furiously and she began to say goodbye to whoever was on the phone. Even if all we could do to find Harry was search every nook and cranny of the world, I’d do it. I’d do anything for that boy.

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Harry’s POV

I don’t know how long I sat there for, letting silent tears trickle down my cheeks. I think it’d been at least three more hours until the two men came back in the room, all smiles and laughs while I remained tied to this annoying ass pole. My wrists were incredibly sore from trying to wriggle free, and I could no longer feel below my thighs from sitting in this position. The men walked behind me and pulled at my arms, tugging upwards. I let a cry of pain escape my lips as they extended past my shoulder blades. One of them came around and lifted my legs, lifting my body off the ground. As the pain of being pulled in two different directions became almost too much, the man set my feet on the ground so I was standing, but my hands were still tied.

Ted entered the room then, a plastic bowl in his hands. He said something to the taller of the two men and handed them two sheets of paper before turning around. I could feel the slam of the door echo through the room as he left. The sheets of paper turned out to have names on them, and were stuck to the shirts of each man.

Doug and Paul.

Paul approached me with the bowl, and pulled a spoon out of his back pocket. He stirred up whatever was in the bowl and put it towards my mouth. The smell made me want to throw up, but my stomach rumbled hungrily. I turned my head to the side, indicating I didn’t want any of – whatever the hell that was. A fist connected with my turned cheek and my eyes watered instantly. Jesus, could he throw a punch. I slowly turned back to him and accepted the spoon coming toward my mouth. It was a bit awkward, a grown man feeding an 18 year old. And then another thought crossed my mind.

What if they drugged this shit?

I spat the food back out at the man, and I prepared myself for the next blow that was sure to come. But it didn’t, instead I saw both men scrunched over and laughing hysterically. My eyes began to droop and I could feel the hatred welling up inside me; they had in fact drugged me, and I could feel the warm liquid spreading out through all of my limbs, taking over my senses completely. I tried to send them one last glare before my lids finally closed and I fell back against the pole, the only thing keeping me upwards anymore.

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Liam’s POV

I watched as mum plugged Zayn’s phone into one of her many gadgets; this one had a little screen with a large green map on it, and a little wire coming from the top for plugging the phone in. Zayn sat in the corner, eyes a harsh dark brown color staring straight at the floor, chewing on his nails desperately. His eyes then shot up to me, wide with anticipation and fear.