Captured (One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 33

*Zayn's P.O.V*

"I like my quiff the way it's usually styled," I informed Marie.

The boys and I were sitting on her living room floor with all of Marie's hair products and materials scattered all around the room.

Ever since Louis informed everyone about the job offer he gave Marie, she's been trying to style our hair to see if she actually qualifies for this job or not.

I guess everyone took a bit of pity on her, while others felt sympathetic towards her. I should feel bad for her too, since I contributed to her breakdown.

Anyways, I don't know what Louis said to Marie other than about the job when he was in her room, but he came out a different person. He wore a smile on his face, and was actually willing to help someone other than himself for once. He let Marie mess around with his hair, and looked like he might've actually enjoyed it.

Now Marie stood in front of me, head cocked to the side, looking at my jet black hair.

"Flatten it out for me?" She asked, instead of demanded.

I hesitantly took a brush and my other hand and flattened out my hair. Harry and I were last for the hair styling procedure, since we were the two hardest to style.

"Okay, so I just do a little-," Marie cut herself off, by experimenting with my hair.

She brushed it, tugged it, gelled it, sprayed it, and then finally stepped back with a smile on her face.

"Did I get it right?" She questioned me, handing me a small mirror.

I immediately inspected my reflection, ready to point out something wrong. As I continued looking, I was actually surprised to find every hair in place, like it's usually styled.

"You did," I nodded in approval.

She did a little clap, and moved on to stand in front of Harry.

"My regular curls, but then I have it pushed back in the front," he said, as if he was placing an order.

"Change it to the way it looks right when you wake up," Marie ordered.

We all watched as Harry pulled and prodded at his hair until he recreated his natural bed head look.

Marie was quick to begin her styling on Harry. His face contorted into a look of pain a couple of times during the process, but overall, he looked happy when he saw the perfect results.

"Hey! I did it!" Marie laughed, tossing the brush out of her hands and on to the floor.

"Indeed you have, but not so quick," Louis held out a finger to stop her. "Now you have to do our makeup."

"What kind of makeup do you wear?" She answered, bewildered.

"Mostly just some powder for the stage lights. A little bit of this...a little bit of that," Louis shrugged.

Marie stood there with her arms dangling lifelessly at her sides, with her eyebrows furrowed as much as they physically could be.

"Thanks for being specific, Louis. It's always so helpful," Marie rolled her eyes, causing Niall to snort in laughter.

The boys and I looked at Niall, who started blushing, and all laughed.

This was a nice moment, the ones where we don't all fight and try to round house kick each other in the face. It was peaceful. It reminded me a bit of the old times the boys and I had.

Marie stopped laughing to go over and retrieve the powder from her makeup bag.

"I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but let's do this!" She cried.

The boys and I gulped as we watched her nearly attack his face with the powder brush, listening to Louis's mumbling protests.

When she finally backed up from him, she stared at he work.

"Not too bad," she commended herself. "So who's next?"

Niall, Liam, Harry, and I, shook our heads vigorously, not wanting to endure way at Louis had.

"We get the point," A wide-eyed Liam, reassured.

"Whatever you say," Marie chuckled, starting to clean up the whole mess.

*****

*Harry's P.O.V*

No one left Marie alone. While she had a smile on her face-not the evil kind-we all figured she was in a happier mood.

I think it took a mental breakdown, and her little talk with Louis, for her to finally feel at peace. Well, feel calmer and less like she wanted to kill someone.

But hey, that's a start, right?

Dinner time had rolled around, catching everyone off guard, but what surprised everyone even more, was the fact that Marie invited us to stay for dinner.

She apologized for not having anything to eat, so she just ordered a few pizzas for us.

Right now, we were all seated at her kitchen table, scarfing down pieces of pepperoni pizza.

"Louis, remember the deal we made?" Marie suddenly asked, causing me to look up from my meal.

"Yes," He answered.

"What deal?" Zayn asked.

Louis looked at Marie, but she nodded for him to continue on.

"Marie said the only way she would take the job, is if I called Simon and told him we wanted to stop this dirty work. That way, all of us could just be...normal, and not lead double lives," He reluctantly informed us. "At least that's what Marie and I wanted."

The boys and I seemed to think about this, nodding our heads. A change out of this mess would be amazing.

"If I could quit that job, I would," I added.

"Us too," Niall said, speaking for himself, Liam, and Zayn.

"Thank God," Louis sighed in relief.

"After dinner, call Simon and tell him what you're thinking," Marie said to him.

"I will," He finally agreed.

*****

*Simon's P.O.V*

I heard my phone ring, and immediately put my fork down to answer the incoming call from Louis.

"Hello?"

"Hello. The boys and I wanted to discuss something with you. Is right now a good time?"

I heard the sound of someone slapping someone, an "Ow!" and then Louis spoke up.

"I mean, we have to talk to you, RIGHT NOW," he emphasized the time.

"Okay," I said, confused as to what could possibly be so important that he would have to interrupt my dinner.

There was a long silence on the other end, making me wonder if Louis had hung up or not.

"Anyone there?" I questioned, beginning to grow impatient.

"The boys and I want out on this dirty business you have us doing. We don't want to kill people, and work with drugs, guns, or explosives. We want to just focus on our career as singers. We don't need you putting us in danger and controlling our every moves. We haven't called management or our lawyers in a while, but I'm sure they can try to stop you, one way or another," he stopped talking and I heard snickering in the background at the indirect referral to their song.

"Is that all?" I drummed my fingers on the table, knowing people like Louis usually had to rap up their speech with the grand finale. Idiots.

"I was intimidated by you, Simon. You could even go as far as to say that I was scared of you. That was then, and this is now, though. Things change and I'm not frightened anymore. I'm angry. WE'RE angry. You put us through hell, and we're done with it," he added.

I paused, thinking about this situation.

I have used the boys for three years now, to do all the work I needed done. They're right, I HAD put them at risk, but I didn't care back then, and I still don't care now.

I think the boys are trying to stand up for themselves and 'quit' their jobs, but should I not allow them to? Should I make them continue on with their duties? Yet, they're threatening to bring other people into this.

"Hand me the phone!" I heard someone growl.

It was a girl. Marie?

"Listen up, you bastard. These boys are tired of putting up with your shit. They're finished with you. They have their own career that YOU created on X Factor, and plan on focusing on that. You better leave them the hell alone, because you're one guy with a new target on your back, if you don't. I can pull strings and make sure you end up dead, without a single person knowing who killed you!" She huffed into the phone.

"Get her out of here!" I heard a disgruntled cry on Louis's side.

"Louis?" I said slowly.

"What?" I heard him snap.

Now do I approach this in a calm way, saying that he can get what he asked for? I just got a death threat, and a warning to get lawyers involved. I think this may be my time to back down now.

"Calm yourself down. You can have your fun with the band for now and take some time off, but that doesn't mean you can slack off forever. You better savior this time I'm giving you, because I think you're making a mistake," I hissed into the phone.

There's no point in showing that I was bit frightened from the threats he was dishing out, when I was supposed to be their leader. I still had to stand strong, but give in to their wants.

"Trust me, Simon. There aren't any mistakes in my world," Louis said, and then a click buzzed in my ear.

He ended the call first. That damn boy.

*Louis's P.O.V*

I put the phone down, and blocked out the cheers from Liam, Zayn, Harry, Niall, and Marie.

I thought about what I had said about having 'no mistakes in my world.'

If I never got into this band, I would've never met these boys. If I never met the boys, I would've never went into this business. If I never went into his business, I would've never captured Marie. If I never captured Marie, she would've never convinced me to quit the job I've been secretly dreading for so long.

I'm right.

There are no mistakes in my world.

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A/N:

Hey guys!

THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF THE BOOK! DONT WORRY, THERE'S AN EPILOGUE COMING TOO. The epilogue will tie everything together and go into the future.

I won't go into the whole, "I hope you liked the book," stuff until after the epilogue, so don't worry about the book ending just yet!

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