Beep. Beep. Beep.
My alarm went off, waking me from my sleep. Checking the time I saw that it was 5:00am. Perfect. I hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of black ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, a tan leather jacket and a pair of red vans. Grabbing my bag, keys and freeze ray I made my way towards the car.
The only way to get to the car was by the front door, which meant walking down the hall past Bella's room. Ugh, even saying her name hurts. As I crept past her room, I noticed that her door was slightly open, so I decided to peek inside. What I saw made my heart stop. Harry was lying on the bed with Bella, his arm around her waist. I guess that he fell asleep hugging her.
That could be you. But you had to reject Harry, didn't you Angel.
I pushed the thought out of my mind, took one last look at Harry, and kept walking towards the front door. I had just made it to the kitchen. Looking around I checked that there was no-one arou-
"Angel?" A voice asked. I turned around to meet Mia. "Where are you going?"
"Um... grocery shopping."
"The cupboard is full. Why don't you tell me the truth?"
"I'm leaving." I stated, crossing my arms.
"Why?" She asked.
"Reasons."
"Okay, well I'm gonna need more than one word answers."
"Fine. At our last safe-house Harry admitted to liking me, but I rejected him." She opened her mouth to speak, but I kept going. "Last night I passed out after a couple drinks and when I woke up in bed, Harry was kissing Bella. And to top it off we didn't even talk about it, he just went to her, and they fell asleep and he is hugging her and ugh!" I ranted.
She looked shocked at my outburst.
"That was 62." I told her.
"You like Harry."
"Yeah. I do. But I can't. He's happy now, he chose Bella. She can protect him. Now I can go and not worry about him. I can let go and be free."
"But won't you still like him?"
"I can deal with it. Liking Harry was just an obstacle, and by leaving maybe I can get over him." I told her.
"I don't think that you should just run away from your problems." She said.
"I have to. There is no other way."
"Fine. What do you want me to tell them when they get up?"
"Nothing."
"But they'll freak out. Especially Harry. Angel he cares for you."
"No he doesn't. And can we please stop talking about him?"
"Sure. So I tell them nothing?"
"Yep."
"Angel is there anything I can say to make you stay?" Meg asked.
"No. I'm sorry Mia, there isn't."
"Well, if you're sure... Good luck."
"Bye Mia. Oh, actually can you do one thing?" I grabbed a pen and paper, and wrote out a small note:
Dear Harry,
I had to leave. I like you, and I can't see you around her. It hurts me. I've never felt this way about anyone, not even Ray. I just want you to know that I'll miss you.
You never have to see me again. You will never be punched by me; we won't have any more fights; you won't see me freeze anyone and you won't have me yelling at you anymore.
You won't have to worry about your psychopathic kidnapper.
Love Angel.
"Thanks." I handed her the note and walked out the door and into the car. I put the car in reverse and began to drive away. Taking one last look at the house I remembered all the memories I shared with Harry.
A tear leaked down my face and I turned the radio on.
The song, again, fit my situation.
(A/N Play song now.)
I turned the radio off. I think I have a new catch phrase. 'Conceal, don't feel.' Conceal my emotions. Don't feel any emotion. Huh. I won't have any feelings to distract me.
Suddenly a bullet shattered my driver's side window. I jumped but turned around so I could see my attacker. Following me was a black Ute, with three passengers. Two held guns, and another was driving. I put the car into auto drive, and opened the sun roof. I scrambled out of the roof, and grabbed my freeze ray. I shot the wheel of the car, causing them to skid sideways; I then pulled out my gun and shot the driver. He went limp, and the car crashed into a tree. Their car exploded, as bits of scrap metal flew everywhere.
"Yes!" I cheered. I turned around, and sat down on my chair. Wait. How did they find me? I hadn't left any evidence.
One thought came to mind. A tracking device.
I pulled over to the side of the road and began to search the car for any trackers. Shoot. Sitting right under the driver's seat was a large tracking device. I decided to search the rest of my company belongings and when I opened my freeze ray there was another tracker. I put it with the first one.
Guess I have to get a new car. Spotting a dealer down the street, I sprinted towards it. They were just opening.
"Hello, welcome to Mike's Car House! How can I help you?" A young, attractive man said.
"I'm looking for a vehicle. Anything. But it has to be covert."
"What are you, a secret agent?" he asked.
I raised an eyebrow as the man laughed.
"A vehicle. Please." He led me to the middle of the car lot, where five cars sat.
"These are all silent, and make no noise. They are very common, so you'll blend in." The man kept talking about the cars, but another vehicle had caught my eye.
"What about that?" I asked.
"Oh that is for more experienced drivers."
"I'll take it."
"Okay, but I need ID."I pulled out my ID.
"Angel Queen. Former member of the state Secret Service."
"Oh... Okay. I'm Mark."
"So? Can I pay now?"
"Well, how would you like to pay?"
"Cash okay?"
"This particular vehicle costs a fair amount. More than you would have in cash." I slapped a large wad of cash onto his chest.
"This enough?"
"The vehicle is all yours." He looked like he wanted to say something else. "Can I have your number?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your number? Can I have it? You're hot." He asked.
I slapped him.
"No. You may not have my number. Now may I have my keys?" He looked stunned, but retrieved my keys and a helmet.
"Thank you." I walked towards my new, black motorbike. Yes I, Angel Queen, had brought a motorbike. I put the keys into my new motorbike and sped off towards the car, where I had left my stuff. Grabbing my clothes and weapons and throwing them into the compartment under the seat, I began my journey to the new safe house.
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I Kidnapped Harry Styles
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