'Cause You Are My One And Only

Chapter 16 - Not My Home

**** Hey everyone..... so sorry about the lag since the last update, a family member got very ill and unfortunately passed away last month. I've been taking a little break. But, I'm back now and ready to finish this story! Heres the newest update, I tried something a little different with this chapter so I hope you like it :) ****

Harrys POV.

I can't move. I can't open my eyes. I am so tired.

Every breath I take now becomes more laboured and painful than the last.

They stopped giving me food about a week ago, when I stopped cooperating with them. The days here run into each other, blurring the line between night and day, one week to the next. I don't know how long I've been here. I don't even know where "here" is. The people who took me told me it wasn't personal, it was just business. They were in it for the money. 

The night they took me seems like a lifetime ago. I don't even remember what happened really, I just remember waking up in this filthy cell. Three brick walls and the forth made of rusted steel bars that stratch and tear at my skin when I get too close, and beyond that is darkness. I haven't seen the sun since I was thrown in here, I've been in the same pair of rancid smelling clothes. The dust in here is enough to choke a person and the air chills you straight to the bone.

If I had to describe hell, this would be it.

There is a tap in the corner, when its on the water splashes straight to the floor and runs to the drain in the middle of the room making it even more damp in here. I have to drag myself to it as often as I can and remind myself to drink. The pain of the hunger is enough to put you flat on your back, but I push through it for them, my family. For her.

I can't even imagine what they're going through. I remember being on a skype call with Carly right before it happened, Louis was in the shower. But how much of it did she see? Does she even know what happened? These thoughts are what keep me awake at night, at least I think its night.

I can only hope that they are safe, and happy. I don't want them to worry for me. I am having a harder time finding the will to go on. I know my time is running out;  I'm either going to die here on this concrete floor, or they are going to kill me.

Every beating I've taken, every bruise, every cut, every scrape has been in hopes that I can at least see her one more time.

But I am so tired.

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Click, click, click.

The sound of footsteps echos outside the blackness of my cell. I can hear peoples voices. But nobody has been to see me since my last meal which had to be a week ago. Whats going on?

I force my mind from its sleepty state and I pull myself over to the metal bars on the far side of the cell. I use one of the walls to prop myself up on. A man crouches infront of me, we are eye to eye. He's wearing an all black suit, a wicked grin plastered on his face. 

"Well, well. How's our favourite guest doing?" His deep gravelly voices echoes around me.

"Fuck y-" I try to curse him out but am halted by a fit of coughing.

He chuckles as he reaches to open the door into the small cell. I cringe as metal grinds on metal and now the man is directly in front of me.

I spit on his shoe.

Rage contorts his already ugly face, he reels his foot back and lets it fly forward conecting directly with my rib cage. Pain shoots through my chest as I crumple onto my side, I curl into a ball trying to protect myself as best I can.

This man is a monster.

"Thats what I thought." He spits at me. "Anyway, its time to get things moving. The boss wants his money and frankly you're a pain in my ass." He says. I don't quite understand what he means by 'get things moving' but I dont dare ask. 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a phone. Not what I expected.

He begins dialing but I can already feel my consciousness slipping away, as I lay in the fetal position. Hunger and exhaustion winning above all else.

I can still hear though. And I can tell he put the phone on speaker.

Someone finally picks up the other line but it is the man who speaks first. "I have something you want." he says. "And you have something I want."

I hold my breath waiting for a reply. Who did he call?

"We're listening." A mans voice replys. I feel strangely disappointed, I don't recognize this mans voice.

"Money. One million cash. If you want to see the boy alive again." At least they are going to keep me alive for a little longer,

"Where is he?" My head snaps up.

I would recognize that voice anywhere. Its her. Its Carly. Behind my closed eyes I can see her perfectly. Every curve of her delicate features, the darker flecks of brown in her already dark eyes. Every fly away hair that is lifted in the breeze as we stand outside in a meadow back in England. The way her lips move to form my name, my arms curving around the small of her back threatening never to let go...

A million questions run through my head at once; where is she? Is she ok? Is she safe? But the only thing that comes out is her name.

"Carly?" My voice cracks. It burns my raw throat but I don't care.

"Carly?" I try again. I need to get to her, I need to hear her voice again. "Carly? CARLY!" I shout.

"Shut up!" The man yells.

I struggle to sit up but a fist connects with my skull. I'm sent fly backward. I land with a thud and a groan escapes my lips.

Finally I am dragged under into oblivion. Unconsciousness winning out.

But I heard her. And I feel something I haven't felt since my life turned to hell.

Hope.

**** I hope you like this chapter :) I figured it was time we heard from Harry. If you remember the phone call in chapter 12, this is supposedly when this chapter takes place. I know it was a little darker than usual but I did say I was trying something different! Let me know what you think! COMMMENT/VOTE !! (my goal is 100 votes so if you like my story it would mean a lot!) ****