Mission 1direction

Who can you trust?

Adelita's POV

I can't believe my luck.  I got kidnapped with Harry Styles. The Harry Styles. Thank you, God. Surprisingly, none of the guys are freaking out much; they're joking around, teasing each other, acting like this is totally normal. It's the other girl, Allie, that's freaking out. Right now she's pounding on the thin metal wall seperating us and the driver.

"GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER YOU ASS! IF YOU'VE HURT HIM , I SWEAR I WILL GET YOU! I WILL MAKE HITLER'S TOTURE METHODS LOOK LIKE A SPA DAY! YOU HEAR ME, GIVE ME MY TWIN BACK!!!!!!!!"

She  continues her rant for about twenty minutes, then she just collapses, shaking uncontrollably. Not crying though. I admire her for that. She sits there, arms clenched around her knees, a devestated look in her eyes. Niall hugs her, trying to soothe her, and this earns him a smile. 

Hmm... if I freak out will I get a hug from Harry?

I decide to just talk to him, i think I can manage that without fangirling completely. 

"Hey, Harry, if you could be anyone's beard for a day,who would you choose?"  I ask.

Harry stares at me, then bursts out laughing. 

"I dunno. That bloke off Hunger Games, Seneca Crane?" He answers, looking at me for approval. 

"Good answer. I think I would be Santa's beard. "  I reply, earning a soft chuckle from Liam.

"You're insane! Beards? Really? Come on, ask a real question. " Zayn mutters, smirking when I glare at him. 

Allie speaks up then. " I want to be Hugh Jackman's beard. " 

Niall repies then . "You're wrong, love, David Hasslehoff is cooler." 

And thus begins an argument over who is a better actor. 

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Sypher's POV

After about twenty minutes of waiting , a white van appears. My dad's chief security guy, Ricky, steps out. 

"Sypher. Boss wants you. " He says in his emotionless monotone. 

Boss? He never calls Dad "Boss."

"Is everything okay, Ricky?  You're acting a bit..." My voice fades when two other men get out of the van. They're both huge, muscley guys, but i don't recognize them. 

"Get him. And remember , Boss said he  doesn't want the kid ta be able ta recognize us. So fix his eyes. "  Ricky orders. 

Oh, shit. They're with the bad guys.... which means Dad is too...

"Funny, guys, really..." I stutter, praying they're joking, but Muscles 1  tackles me, popping my shoulder out of place.

"Ow!" I yelp, trying to fifht them off, but there's only so much a kid can do.  Within seconds, they toss me roughly into the back of the van. I relax a little, thinking they're done hurting me. 

But I'm wrong. As the Muscle Boys hold me down, Ricky pulls out a vial of chemicals from his pocket. He uncorks it and actually smiles. 

"Hope ya enjoyed your sixteen years of sight, kid..."  He says, pouring the vial's contents into my eyes. 

It burns like Hell. I choke back a scream of agony and pray that somehow I can get away from this nightmare.