Ransom: A One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer Kidnapping Story

Luke

The Next Morning

Luke

It was freezing. My teeth chattered as I huddled into Ashton, who gave me his flannel shirt to keep warm. He was short sleeved, but the cold didn't seem to bother him as much.

I was getting sick. I knew I was. My head ached most of the time, my chest hurt and I sneezed more often than not. Ashton noticed before me, and after he said something, I became slightly paranoid. I had no intention of being sick with no help at all to cure me. I was sure that the kidnappers would do nothing to help me, but Ashton said he'd try to bully one of them for some soup or medicine.

I was so thankful for Ashton. He really cared about me. It sucked that he had to see the real side of me, the side that was no longer hidden by my bad boy façade, but I thought none of that mattered in the current situation. Ashton was just an overall nice and caring person. He was hot-headed, but it was all to protect himself and the rest of us.

Michael didn't really like me all that much, but I knew why. I was rude to him growing up. He was always the one who undertook all the crap my friends and I dished out. Even under the given circumstances, I still was embarrassed for my reactions towards our situation. Michael knew I was a baby, and he could have used it against me once we got out. The tables had turned.

Calum was kind of just there. He didn't seem to be in his right mind. Looking at him sometimes reminded me of a patient in a mental hospital. He stared blankly at the wall half the time, and only talked to us when we talked to him. He cried sometimes, but not nearly as much as I did. I knew he was scared, we all were, but he took fear in a most interesting way.

Michael groaned from the corner he was sleeping in when I sneezed again. "Would you please shut up?"

I whined, quite pathetically, but my throat was too hoarse to speak. Ashton spoke without opening his eyes. "Not now, Michael."

"Whatever."

Moments after he said that, the door opened and the dark haired boy, Zayn, set a platter of food on the floor. Ashton's eyes shot open and he bolted upright, causing me to slip from his shoulder to the floor, whimpering. Ashton grabbed Zayn's wrist, who looked almost as frightened as Calum.

"Please, this is the only time I need to ask you something, but Luke is really sick. He's developed a cold. Can you please get us medicine, soup, anything?"

Zayn glanced up at me in the dim lighting and then looked back at Ashton. "I'll see what I can do," he almost whispered, as though he were afraid everyone else in the house would hear him.

"Please," Ashton said one more time before Zayn shut the door and left.

Ashton's care made me emotional, so I burst into tears. I was overwhelmed already from sickness and fear.

"Luke! Luke, what is it? I think Zayn will help us! Why are you crying?"

Ashton hurried over toward me, sat down, pulled me into his lap and hugged me to his chest. "Luke, please, this is going to make you even more sick. Please, that's enough."

"Enough is right," Michael agreed. Ashton shushed him.

I calmed down enough to speak, but not without hiccuping.

"I-I, you-you're so caring and-and I don't want to be s-sick and I'm s-scared!"

Michael stood up and growled. "He needs to shut up right now. I'm so fucking tired of it!" Michael took a couple strides toward us before Ashton stood up and stopped Michael with a hand on his chest.

"We're all tired of it! Even Luke! He can't control it because he's scared and sick. Now back off!" Ashton shoved Michael's shoulder and pointed to the floor where Michael was recently sitting. He turned back to me. "Luke, that's enough now. Zayn is going to help us."

I sighed and wiped away the tears from my cheeks. "Thank you Ashton."

"Can you sleep a little now? I will wake you up when Zayn comes back."

"If Zayn comes back," Michael snapped.

I was woken abruptly when the door flung open wide and Harry stood in the dark light. He staggered into the room, which was unusual because none of the boys entered more than a step into our cell. I sat up slowly, sniffling. Michael stood and stalked over to Harry. "What the hell do you -" He was abruptly cut off when Harry shoved him against the wall he was recently leaning on and got very close to his face. Harry's right hand shot up, grabbed Michael's neck and squeezed. Ashton jumped into action but Harry used his other elbow to jab Ashton in the gut. Harry didn't say anything, but instead shoved Michael to the ground and turned on his heel, staring straight at Calum.

"I'm taking you," he slurred, pointing at the black-haired boy. We all looked astounded. This wasn't normal behavior for any of the kidnappers.

"Wh-what? Wh-where?" Calum stammered as he was grabbed roughly by the forearms.

"Where are you taking him?" Ashton demanded.

"I just wanna have some -" he stopped himself before he could say anything further. He looked unsure of what to say next. "Some fun!"

Calum went willingly and after Harry shoved the smaller boy out the door, he slammed it behind them.

"Fuck, no. This isn't good," Michael blurted.

"Of course it's not!" Ashton responded.

"No, I mean, this is worse.

"Why?"

"Harry's drunk."

*****

My hello my beautiful friends. It has been a while hasn't it?

Finally, (FINALLY!!!!) I am posting a new part of this ongoing series. Thank you so much for your constant support. I cannot tell you how much 6,000 (and then some!) reads means to me.

I am doing well, if you wondered. My life is slowly coming back together and I am feeling so much better than I was back in December.

While my life is still a bit awry, school is slowly (too slowly!) coming to a close. I end on June 3rd after some intense finals but I am very excited.

I ask you to please continue sharing, reading, voting and commenting on this story. I have much more planned for the end, and while I would never give it away, I will tell you that it will go up to eight parts with an epilogue. Hopefully that will help you calculate how many more parts I will have to post. ;)

This lovely part was dedicated to the lovely liamdunbarfan98 who specifically wanted the Luke part to be dedicated to her. Thanks love!

Status: Listening to a song on repeat

Keep Calm and Be a Dangerous Woman (Hopefully that gave you a hint as to what song i am super into currently)

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MWAH!

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