I Kidnapped Harry Styles

Chapter 10 - Boo and Celebrities

I walked out of the bathroom, feeling clean and coke free.

'Styles. The shower is free!' I called out.

No reply.

'Styles?' I yelled again.

Again I got no reply.

I grabbed my freeze ray from the bedside table, and began to creep around the apartment, in search of the pop star.

'Boo!' a voice behind me cried.

I jumped, as a memory shot through my head.

~Flashback~

'Boo!'

'Hey Liam,' I said, to my neighbour.

~End Flashback~

On instinct I turned around and punched whoever it was.

And then I froze them.

The person let out a feminine sounding scream.

Styles.

'Angel! Why did you freeze ray me?' he groaned.

'You scared me,' I glared at him.

'I scared you?' he asked, surprise lacing his tone.

'No. I lied,' I replied.

'Well unfreeze me,' he demanded.

'Why should I?' I questioned him, still glaring.

'Because I can't feel my legs,' he told me.

'Fine,' I groaned, going into the bathroom to find my hairdryer.

I grabbed it, and returned to the singer, whose lips had now turned blue from cold.

'H-h-hurry,' he stuttered.

I began to melt the ice that encased him.

As soon as I had done he fell to the floor, his legs numb.

'They will go back to normal soon,' I said, as I walked away.

'Wait Angel!' he cried.

'What Styles?' I answered.

'Why are you acting so rude?' he asked.

'What?'

'Why are you being so rude?'

'What are you talking about? I treat you like I would treat any power hungry, big headed celebrity,' I reply, coolly.

'Wait. What do you have against celebrities?' he asked.

'Nothing!' I defended.

'Is a celebrity the reason why you are so rude? Did a celebrity hurt you? Or someone in your family? Did a celebrity embarrass you? Did a celebr-'

'Stop it!' I screamed.

'Angel.'

'Just stop,' I said, my voice a mere whisper.

'Angel what happened?' he questioned.

The same memory from before came into my head, but this time I let myself remember.

~Flashback~

'Boo!'

'Hey Liam,' I said, to my neighbour. 'Got a day off?'

'I needed one. The movie business never stops for anyone.' he told me.

'Well you are famous now,' I replied.

'I'm still a normal guy. Just more famous and cool. My life has value now,' he told me.

I laughed.

'Anyway where are you headed?' he questioned.

'To see my mum at work. Want to come?' I replied.

'Sure,' he responded.

~End flashback~

I shook the memory out of my head. What happened next was to unbearable to remember.

'Nothing happened Harry,' I said, my voice cold and unrecognizable. 'Drop it.'

'Angel. It's okay. You can talk to me,' he assured me.

I felt a tear run down my cheek, yet I kept my face emotionless.

'No I can't Harry. You would never understand.' I told him.

'Angel. Are you... crying?' he asked.

'No,' I replied.

'It's okay,' he said.

'Harry. Stop trying to understand something you never will, ok? You want to talk? Lets talk. Why are the FBI tracking you? Why was my boss tracking and torturing you? Why Harry?'

'I can't tell you.'

'Why? Did someone hurt you?' I sneered, mocking what he had done to me before. 'Hurt someone you loved? Did you hurt someone Harry? Did you witness a robbery? Or were you the robber? What about a murder?'

At this he froze.

Suddenly it dawned on me.

'Oh my god Harry. You witnessed a murder, didn't you?'

He stayed still, looking everywhere but me.

'And it would have been someone important, otherwise the FBI wouldn't be after you! Was it one of their agents?' I asked him, curiosity creeping into my tone.

He sighed and finally looked at me. His eyes held so many emotions that I hadn't noticed before. Sadness. Anger. And fear.

'Yes Angel. I witnessed a murder.'