Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 29

*Harry's P.O.V*

Someone banging violently on my door woke me up. This is my second day in a row waking up like this.

Louis threw the door open and marched over to my bed, tossing the covers off me.

"The police are here! Hurry up and get dressed and hide any weapons in sight!" He whisper-yelled at me, leaving my room just as quickly as he entered.

The police?

I sprung out of bed and put on a t-shirt and and khaki shorts. I brushed my hair with my fingers, and ran straight to the bathroom. I got my toothbrush and ran it over my teeth only once without even using toothpaste. There wasn't enough time.

I heard a car door slam outside, and rushed back into my room. I had my gun from my suit laying on the ground next to my bed still. Why hadn't I been more organized last night?!

I brought the gun to my closet and hid it in the very back, under all my shoes. I jumped up from my spot on the closet floor, and bolted out of my room and raced down the stairs.

I heard footsteps on the stairs, and turned to see Zayn running behind me. At least I wasn't the only late one.

We ran into the kitchen to find Marie, Liam, and Niall sitting calmly around the table eating toast, like nothing was wrong.

"Where's Louis?" Zayn questioned from behind me.

Ding-Dong.

"Probably at the door by now," Niall replied, not looking up at us.

As if on cue, we all stopped to listen to the front door being gently opened.

"Good morning. How can I help you, sir?" I heard Louis ask from afar.

"Last night there were two murders, a robbery, some trespassing, and a man got assaulted who also reported a stolen vehicle only 25 minutes down the road. The vehicle stolen was a limo and there just happens to be one in your driveway," the officer grumbled.

He had a deep voice and sounded bored, like he had done this many times before.

"How unfortunate," Louis fake-gasped. "But I'm afraid I didn't hear or see anything. The limo outside just happens to be mine."

"Why does a normal young man like you have a limo parked outside the night after one was stolen?" I heard the officer press.

"You must not recognize me. I'm from the band One Direction. Sometimes our transportation has to be by limo's and not cabs," Louis lied.

Marie stood up and walked out of the kitchen towards Louis's voice.

"Where is she going?!" Liam panicked.

"Louis? Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't know there was someone at the door!" I heard Marie's voice ring out from the other room.

"There's a police officer asking about our limo," Louis fake-reassured Marie.

"Our?" The police officer asked.

"Well, I'm their make-up artist," Marie lied. "Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get to ride with them."

There was silence for a few moments, before Marie finally spoke up.

"If you're still unsure, why don't you just check the license plates?" She offered.

Bingo. Changing the license plates last night was a perfect idea.

"Okay. I can do that," the officer mumbled.

There was another silence, before the door swung shut.

The boys and I rushed into the other room, right to the front door. Liam opened the door and stepped outside, while Niall, Zayn, and I followed.