I Kidnapped Harry Styles

Chapter 12 - Story of My Life

I was fourteen when he moved next door.

I remember asking him if he was the Liam Johnson.

And when he said yes I remember fan-girling.

You see, Liam wasn't any random person. He was an actor. He starred in many movies and had his own clothing and perfume range.

He was my idol.

We soon became best friends, despite the age difference of five years.

We did everything together.

He constantly went away to film movies, but when he came back we were inseparable.

I told him everything: My mum was a spy. My father was one as well, until he died. And that I wanted to be a spy too.

He told me everything as well. And when he told me that he had received multiple letters threatening his life, I brought my Mum into it.

She promised she would track down whoever was threatening my friend.

I can remember the day of the killing perfectly:

~Flashback~

"Boo!"

"Hey Liam," I said, to my neighbor. "Got a day off?"

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

"Well you are famous," I replied.

"I'm still a normal guy. Just more famous and cool. My life has value," 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.

We walked towards my mum's office building.

"Hey Angel?" Liam asked when we were right in front of the door.

"Yes Liam?" I replied.

"Don't tell anyone, but I am still being hunted. I got another letter in the mail today." He told me.

"Oh. Liam... What did it say?"

"That they were going to kill me. Today." He said quietly.

"We'll tell mum. She'll protect you!" I told him.

"That's the problem. They will kill anyone who protects me."

"They can't kill mum. She is unstoppable!" I told him.

Just then my mother walked outside.

"I sure am! Ready to go for lunch?" she asked us.

"Yep!" we chirped.

On our walk to a café, Liam told mum about his situation.

She told him that she would protect him.

Suddenly all three of us were grabbed from behind, and pulled into an alleyway. We tried to fight back, but they were too strong.

They shoved us to the end of the street, which was a dead end.

"Hand over Liam, and no-one will get hurt," a gruff voice commanded.

"Rubbish! You'll kill him!" I yelled.

"Whatever you say little girl," the voice replied.

He pointed his gun at Liam.

Just before he fired the gun, Liam grabbed my mother, and pulled her in front of him.

The gun was fired.

And my mother crumpled to the floor.

The men ran out of the alleyway, leaving my mother, Liam and I.

"Mum!" I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

I punched Liam, hard in the jaw.

He fell down, where I repeatedly kicked him over and over.

"Angel," my mother croaked.

I kicked Liam once more, before running over to my mother's limp frame.

She was covered in blood, and colour was draining from her cheeks.

"Yes mum?" I said.

"When I'm gone, I don't want you to cry over me. I want you to be yourself, be strong. I love you. Remember that." She said, as she cupped my cheek.

"No mum! You can't leave me! I have no-one else!" I cried.

Her hand fell limp off my face, as blood kept seeping out of the wound, right above her heart.

"Mum?" I asked.

I got no reply.

She was gone. I broke down. So many tears streamed out of my eyes, that I could fill an ocean.

And as I sat there, silently sobbing, the person who caused it all ran. He ran out of the alleyway.

I stared at my mother's body, and remembered what she said. That was the moment I vowed to never cry over her. I vowed to be strong.

~End of flashback~

That was when I started hating celebrities. They thought they were so much better than anyone else. They were the reason I lost the only thing I had left.

Liam disappeared. He was no longer in any movies, stores stopped selling his merchandise and he was never talked about.

But it still didn't change my hate for celebrities.

After my mother died, my life took a turn for the worse.

Since I couldn't pay for the house, I was cast out onto the street. I then dropped out of school. I worked thirteen odd jobs, yet only had enough money to afford a small piece of bread and a bottle of water, each day. Sometimes if I worked hard enough I could afford to treat myself, to simple pleasures, such as a toothbrush, or hair elastics. If I was lucky, I would be able to shower by sneaking into the community swimming pool change rooms. I slept on the street, and survived off my own instincts.

On my 18th birthday I walked through the doors of my mother's old office. And I asked Mr. Shive for a job. When I mentioned my mother, he gave me a job as his assistant.

The company paid for my apartment, my bills, my clothes and all my groceries.

Finally my life had taken a turn for the better.

But then I got a letter from Liam. He apologized for killing my mother. He told me he missed my friendship. And that he was so sorry.

I wrote back. I told him what had happened since he killed my mother. I asked him if he knew how it felt. How it felt to lose everything. To become homeless. To drop out of school. And I asked him if he knew how it felt to lose the one person you had left.

But he never wrote me back.

It was only a few months later that I was asked to kidnap Harry.

When he told me his story, I was struck by a sudden sense of familiarity. He knew how it felt to be hunted. And having someone die instead of him. And watching that person's daughter lose her parent.

Basically he knew how it felt to be Liam.