Hostage

3. "We don't want to hurt you"

I woke up in the same position I was in when I blacked out: Tied to a chair laying on the ground. My hands were numb from being tied together behind the back of the chair. My legs were numb since all the blood had rushed from them. And my head was throbbing -not only from Zayn smashing it against the ground, but because the reality of my situation was weighing down on me.

I had been kidnapped, and they wanted answers that I didn't have. Yeah, I knew what my name was, and I knew where I lived and who my parents were and blah, blah, blah, but they had me in here for some specific reason. And I was determined to figure out what it was.

But first, I had to figure out how to get back on all four legs of the chair instead of laying on my hands with my legs up. I took a deep breath and lifted my head up, scanning my surroundings.

Maybe if I scoot closer to the wall I could use it as leverage to get myself up. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I blew out a quick breath before mustering up as much strength I could manage and kicking my legs as a force to scoot closer to the wall. I wiggled around a few times, tried flipping onto my side so I at least wouldn't be crushing my hands, but nothing seemed to be working.

"Looks like you could use some help" An unfamiliar voice chuckled from the staircase on the opposite end of the room. I froze. I don't trust these people; I don't want to be around them at all. But more importantly, I don't want to be viewed at as helpless by any of them. I want them to think I could hold my own. I want them to get so sick of my mouth that they'll give up and let me go.

Or they could kill you

"I don't need your help" I spit harshly, trying to turn my head to address whoever was speaking to me. It wasn't Harry and it wasn't Zayn, so I wasn't as frightened as I probably should be.

"I didn't offer it, but alright" He laughed, and what sounded like something metal clanked against what sounded like a metal table. Dammit I wish I could see what he was doing.

I waited for a few seconds, thinking that he'd walk into view however, when a few beats past and the mystery man still hadn't come into my sight, I took matters into my own hand. My lips let shaky breaths past as I squirmed around in a desperate attempt to kick myself up straight.

My attempts were futile though, and now I'm sure the mystery man who hadn't offered me any help (although I kinda told him I didn't need it -but who would actually think I wouldn't need help when I'm tied to a chair and tipped over on my side) was only watching for his amusement.

"Do you still not need any help?" His voice was full of sarcasm and laced with a bit of concern -but I'm sure I confused that feeling with a different one.

"Not from you" Was the first comeback that came to mind, but I instantly closed my eyes and clenched my jaw afterwards. Sometimes I hated that I was so sarcastic.

"Suit yourself then" The light was flicked off and I could faintly here his (whoever he is) footsteps descending up the stairs. He was leaving me. I wasn't sure how much longer I could sit like this. My butt was going numb from being on it for so long, my head was throbbing, my back was aching from laying flat on it all night, and my hands felt like they were just about to fall off.

And that was when I decided that I had no other choice but to ask for help. "Wait" I called after the boy once the creak of the door broke me from my thoughts. "I guess I could use a bit of a hand" I muttered in defeat. Pride was not something that was taken easily from me, so admitting my defeat and asking for help from one of my kidnappers was definitely not taken lightly.

"Thought so" Was the quiet response before lights invaded my eyesight and I squinted as the boy rounded me, carefully grabbing the top of my chair and lifting me upright. The back of my head pounded and I could feel dry blood from where I'd hit the ground after Zayn knocked me out.