Psycho {H.S.}

Thirty-two

"If you listen closely, the Stars will whisper sweet nothings."

*disclaimer: book may be less than 50 chapters*

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Harrys POV

I look down at my arm and frown. The scars of her name embedded permanently into my flesh. I'm not quite sure how to feel right now. Not physically, but mentally.

I've got this constant ache in my chest, located approximately where my heart is, and I don't know what I should do. I've never experienced heartbreak and I feel like a loser. See, this is the reason I could never get close to anybody. My family never loved me, my friends never loved me, and Chris... Chris was something else.

I guess you could say that I never truly craved the feeling of someone's head against my chest, warm breathes against my collar bones reminding me that I have their heart to myself. Waking up in the morning with the knowledge that you'll see a beautiful face. That is, until I met Chris.

But I refuse to let her go, for she is the first and only to cause this fire inside me. We are always pushing ourselves to move forward from what we cannot control. Like my cancer.

My initial plan is to let Louis know everything that's going to happen, and never tell Zayn. I'm aware that he is betraying me and he would intercept my plans.

It's going to just be me and Louis. We're gonna get Chris back.

Chris' POV

"Why aren't you talking to me, doll? Do I scare you?" Ben asks as he desperately tries to get something out of me. It's quite sad actually. I, once again, remain quiet.

Ben looks at me in despair from the small chair across the room. He places his hands on his knees and stands, dusting himself off. He walks towards me and the floorboards creak under his feet with every step. He stops at the end of the bed.

"I know something that will have you screaming for joy!"

I keep a death stare with the doorknob, praying that any minute now Harry will just bust through and kill the damn man. I thought I was an annoying person.

"I contacted your mother." He says, and that gets my attention.

"What?" I finally mutter and his eyes light up, his face crinkles when he smiles. He ends up resembling more of a snake than an actual human being.

"Yeah, lovely woman. You know, she didn't seem too fond of you. I thought I'd just contact her to see if she may want to say goodbye to her daughter before I ki-... You know." He says and my breath hitches. So he is going to kill me! I knew it.

"As far as I'm concerned, my mother checked out of my life when I was a little girl." I shouldn't have said that. It's way too personal. If Harry were here right now he would be so pissed.

"Some bad blood, exactly what I live for! What happened babygirl?" I cringe at the nickname and the hairs on my body stand straight.

I look down at the ground, trying as hard as I can to forget what's imprinted in my brain. I won't say anything else to this man because he can use everything against me.

"Alright, the vow of silence. I get it, I get it. Well, since you won't talk to me, I'll take you to some guys you may know." He says and walks to the bed and grabs hold of my wrists with one of his hands.

He harshly rips me from my laying position and my feet hit the ground. I wince in pain at how rough he's being with me.

He drags me to the door and swings it open. I make a point to analyze as much as I possibly can. There's a hallway with about two doors. One opposite the door we just exited. And it seems like he's taking me to that other door. I look to my left and see that there's more to this place that way, but he pulls me into the next room too fast.

It's dark in here, but he switches on a small light that dangles like in those creepy movies. It's a basement of some sorts, except with cages.

He practically drags me down the steps and I try ripping my hands from his grip but it's hopeless. When we reach the bottom, I hear a gasp and I turn to the cages. One contains an exhausted looking Liam, and the next beside his is a fast asleep Niall.

Hope hits me like a bus when I see Liam's relieved face, but it's stricken with worry when he sees how tired I am, and the fact that I'm not wearing a lot of clothing. He keeps looking between me and Ben, probably running millions of scenarios through his mind.

I shouldn't be thinking like this, but if I get out of here alive, I'm so writing a book about this experience! Here I am, caught between a murderer and a scarier murderers problems. I'd be a number one seller for sure! Than they'd make a movie and cast actors that aren't good at what they do and people would leave saying, "the book was so much better." Yep that's my thought process as I'm being dragged to a cage in a basement that could be leading to my immediate death.

Books.

He releases his clutch from my wrists when he unlocks the cage door and opens it. He hits me on the back, pushing me in. I get nervous in situations where I'm "caged" in, but now it's become real and I'm really nervous.

"Have fun little ones! I'll be expecting Harrys arrival soon. And once he's gone, then I guess I could take you guys out. It wouldn't matter, right?" Ben says and laughs as he twirls the key around on his finger.

He walks back up the stairs and my knees sting from hitting the cement ground. The last thing I hear is the door slamming shut.

"Chris! I'm so glad you're okay. But I have to tell you something, stay calm." Liam says from the cell next to mine and I look over, feeling a tear roll down my face. I hadn't realized that I was crying.

"This is a part of the plan!"

A/N:

Okay the book may end in like a couple chapters. I didn't want to fill it with stupid fillers! And I'm working on new projects!!!

I know you guys will love the ending, don't worry!