Taken

Chapter 10

Hannah’s P.O.V.

It was three days into my stay with Harry at Avery’s house. I had just gotten home from picking up Harry at daycare after school. I set him up for a nap like everyday, before dinner, and I just settled in front of the news. I would normally never be caught dead watching the news, but I was following Harry Styles’ Kidnapping. They were having a evidence revealing, 

“On Monday afternoon a secret lab, was found in Northern Switzerland, unknown until now to the Swiss government. The lead scientist of the laboratory, was caught and is the known father of Tanara Charlotte. He is in custody and will be held for questioning, although it is wondered if it is even necessary after a video documentary was found. This piece of evidence will not be shared with the public, and only with family and close friends of Mr. Styles. The video was taken over the course of 32 days, it is unknown wether he was there any longer before or after. Mr. Charlotte’s laboratory specialized in the shrinking of mammals. It seems as if Mr. Styles was their first human test. Now were not quite sure weather it is good news or bad, but the experiment was successful. Here was have a screen shot of the day Mr. Styles was brought to the laboratory, and here we have him at the end of the experiment.”

I gasped out loud. No way, not possible. I ran upstairs and slowly opened up Harry’s door, tiptoeing over to his crib. 

“nonononononononono,” I whisper-shouted.

I ran out of the room and into Avery’s room I ran over to her desk, and opened up her laptop, I went into iphoto and looked through her photos, Oh My God, Avery is Tanara. 

She didn’t get raped she paid somebody with her fathers money to take Harry! Thats how her dad has so much money, he runs, or ran an undercover laboratory in Switzerland. Thats when it hit me, Harry Freaking Styles was lying in a crib in the room next to me! What do I do! He’s a 18 year-old boy living in a 1 year-olds body! What do you do in this situation! It wasn’t ever covered in my 8-hour babysitting course! Well I need to call the police obviously.

I ran downstairs and picked up the home phone and dialed the local police station. 

“Hello, Maple County police station how may I help you?”

“Um hi, I don’t really know how to put this, uh but I know where Harry Styles is.”

“Miss, if you could please stop calling us we are not going to come to you house again so you can get on television again, goodbye.” The phone went dead. 

I was stunned, I had know idea girls had been calling the police station just to get on TV, or to see the rest of the boys. Thats awful, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to do anything without a lot of solid proof. I went back up to Tanara’s room and got back on her laptop. 

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(3rd person)

Over the rest of the week Hannah worked as much as she could getting proof from Tanara’s house, that Harry was...Harry! When she wasn’t at school, doing homework, making meals, taking care of Harry or cleaning. She was sending herself emails, and pictures from Tanara’s laptop, she took pieces of hair from Tanara’s hairbrush, and a piece she found off of Harry’s pillow, she took some of the pills, that she was supposed to be giving Harry, but had stopped doing, she to a picture of the canister, she took pictures of all angles of Harry, when he was sleeping eating playing, and anything else that could help her, she took. 

On the night that Tanara was coming back she went and talked to Harry, telling him that she was going to get him out of here really soon and that everything would go back to normal. He seemed really confused about what she was talking about, as if the life he was living was normal. 

When Tanara came home Hannah greeting her as if they were still friends even though she would be going to the police department that afternoon.

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Hannah’s P.O.V. 

I arrived at the police station after telling my parents that Tanara was running late and I would have to stay a little later than planned. 

I walked trough the door and up to the front desk,

“Hello I know where Harry Styles is,” I stated determinately.

“The missing british popstar Harry Styles?” I nodded, “The one who got shrunk in Switzerland? You know where he is, and your not some crazy fan trying to meet the other boys?” I nodded again. “Got any proof?” I heaved my whole bag up onto the counter.

“Loads of it”

“Ok well why don’t you go back here,” He lead me into a small room with two chairs and a table, “and well have a detective come in and check it out, Ok sweetie?” I nodded sweetly, I could tell this guy didn’t believe a word I said, but didn’t have the heart to yell at me.

I waited patiently and set out all of my evidence on the table, ready to prove my point.

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