Hostage

Chapter 3

Carter's POV

He was lying on the floor, his brown curls covering his face, making it impossible for me to see it. I slowly walked over and bent down next to him. Sitting down on the floor felt good, not having to put weight on my foot. I pushed some of his hair away from his neck and put two fingers on the place I knew the pulse was. I was actually touching Harry Styles. Don't take me wrong, I am not a fan of him, I don't even like him. He seems like a cocky and overconfident flirt, not my type at all. But still, a million girls would have given anything to touch this boy, and here I was doing that exact thing. I might not be the best situation, but I was still touching him. I laughed out loud at my own thought.

I could feel his pulse, that's good. At least I'm not stuck in here with only a dead person to keep me company. He would probably wake up soon, and when he did I was not planning on being as close as I was now. That would create an quite awkward situation. I crawled over to the wall and leaned my body on it. The wall was made out of metal, and since the temperature down here wasn't exactly warm, the wall was freezing. I shivered, but stayed that way anyway. Anything to stay away from curly over there. I needed to focus on something else, and the only thing I could think of was; what the hell is going on outside the bank right now?

How long had it been since the robbers first came into the bank? It had to be at least thirty minutes, so why was the police not here yet? I guessed they had to get an overview of the situation before doing anything. The bank is after all filled with about twenty-five hostages and six shitheads with guns. I decided to give them all names. The man who had locked the door was defiantly a Rob. Get it? Rob-robber? Ha-ha. I named the man who had spoken the most for Creep. That fitted him just perfect. And then there was the man who had shot down all the cameras. He was given the sweet name of Anton. Cute, I know. Let us not forget the man who collected the phones, I gave him the name Charlie. Yes, he was defiantly a Charlie. Then there was the man who had carried Harry down here and followed me. James, that was his new name. Then there was only one left to name, the one who had knocked Harry in the head. I needed to call him something sweet, that would make him less frightening. Teddy, that was it. I smiled at myself, they suddenly didn't seem as scary now that I had given them names. Who was I kidding? They were still scary as hell. Scratch that, what I meant to say was; scarier than hell.

I suddenly heard a sound. It was Harry moving, not much but he was kind of rolling over to the side. He then let out a loud moan. I sighed, guess I had to crawl myself back to him after all. I couldn't just let him lay there. I might not be the most caring person out there, but I was after all the reason he was in here. I sat down next to him again. I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" I asked, trying to sound like I really cared. "Off course I'm not okay, I just got knocked out." he said with a low and annoyed voice, still facing away from me. What a jerk, I was just trying to help. If that was the way he wanted it, I sure wasn't planning on standing in his way. I went back to my old friend, the wall. Hey wall, missed me? I sure missed you. Great, now I'm actually talking to the wall inside my mind. I'm officially losing it.

Harry's POV

"Are you okay?" a voice spoke. I opened my eyes and faced nothing but a wall. My head hurt so bad I felt like it was about to explode. It took a few seconds before I remembered what had happened, and answered with my most annoyed voice that of course I wasn't okay. Stupid question.

Where was I anyway? I pushed myself off the floor, making my head hurt even worse. I then turned around only to see the girl I had seen earlier in the bank. She sat leaned against the wall looking down at her hands. Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh when she asked me if I was okay. "I mean, I'm fine, just have a headache." I looked towards her giving her my best smile, the smile I knew girls loved. She still didn't look at me. Okay, so she was mad, that only meant I had to try harder. "What happened? IHope they didn't hurt you too." She finally looked up at me only to roll her eyes. What was her problem? Girls normally didn't act like this around me, I was used to girls falling like flies just flashing a smile at them.

"Okay, you don't have talk to me, but can you please tell me what happened? The last thing I remember is that dude smashing his gun into my head. Are we still inside the bank?" I asked, getting a little annoyed by the way she totally ignored me. Luckily she looked up at me again. "To answer your last question first, yes we are still inside the bank, down in the basement. They took me down here after they took you down. Guess we're stuck here." she said. It surprised me that she sounded so nonchalant when she spoke. Was she not scared? "Oh, guess you're right." was the only response I could think of. The awkward silence came back to the room, giving me time to look around. It was a small room, maybe 3x4 meters. It was completely empty, except for a couple of cardboard boxes in one of the corners. It was quite cold down here too, and I noticed the girl was only wearing a pair of jeans shorts and a thin sweater. She had to be freezing.

"What's your name?" I said, trying to start up the conversation again. If we were stuck down here, we might as well get to know each other. "Carter" she answered simply. "And I know you're Harry." Did I see a small smile on her lips? Maybe this wasn't a lost case after all. "You must be cold, want to borrow my hoodie?" I asked her, giving her a little wink. She starred at me for a few second before laughing. What was so funny about me asking her if she wanted to borrow my hoodie? "No, that's okay. We don't want the famous Harry Styles to catch a cold, do we?" she said, with a self-satisfied smile on her face. Wow, this girl really didn't like me. Well, if that's how she wanted it, then that's what she'll get back.

"Why are you even down here, they took me because they said I am useful. You don't look like a useful person to me." Hah, take that stupid (but way too attractive) girl! I gave her a smug smile. Again she just stared at me with a cold expression on her face. "My father owns the bank, so yeah, bet I'm more useful than you." Okay, did not expect that. "Oh." was all I said.

Carter's POV

He was really pissing me off. The way he smiled that smug smile all the time, trying to be all nice and pleasant. He seemed like such a nincompoop. Nice word, I know. I laughed at my own thoughts. "What are you laughing about?" he asked. "Just thought about something funny." I answered simply. He looked at me in surprise. "You really find it funny that we are sitting in a cold room down in a basement, with a bunch of crazy men with machineguns upstairs, just waiting to kill somebody?" he asked with a amused expression on his face. I guess he was right, I shouldn't be laughing in a situation like this. I was scared, more scared than I have ever been before. But the thing was, that I really didn't want Mr. Famous to know that. I hated it when people saw my true emotions. I had gotten pretty good at hiding my emotions over the years. I can thank my father and his be professional attitude. On the other hand, I bet he wouldn't be acting all professional if he was in this situation right now. Where was he right now anyway? Surely he must have found out his only daughter is held hostage inside his bank by now.

A loud BANG pulled me out of my own thoughts. Not only that, but the BANG was followed be a lot of screaming. There was no doubt in my mind; that was a gun being fired. And the scream, I really didn't want to know what that was about. I had a bad feeling though.

I looked over at Harry and could see that he had the same thought. If I wasn't mistaken, I could also see fear in his eyes. The way he looked at me made me sure that he saw the same in my eyes. "At least we're useful, right? They wouldn't hurt us." I said, but it sounded more like a question. He just looked at me with those eyes I had tried to avoid looking to much at. "I hope soo." was all he said.

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