***Melanie's P.O.V***
My gut was twisted as Alex tugged me from the car, pulling me into a dark old house. I felt like I was going to be sick, and Darcy was kicking rapidly. It was almost like she knew I had been taken away from her daddy, and she was screaming inside of me, her feeling my pain.
Ashton's smirk hadn't left his face, and I wanted to slap it off him. Alex on the other hand, I couldn't even look at him. I had expected this from Ashton, but my Lex? Stabbing me in the chest would have been less painful than this.
"Your room is in here." Alex spoke up dragging me into a room. He opened the door, and flicked the lights on. A small bed was against the wall in the corner, and there was a dressing table, along with a window, that was nailed shut.
"Alex, keep on eye on her." Ashton spoke, before heading off. I looked down at the ground as I was left with my ex-friend. Alex still gripped my arm, and I ripped away from him, sitting down on the bed. Alex followed to sit next to me, much to my annoyance. He removed the gag from my mouth, but left the cuffs on.
"Mel, please don't hate me." he spoke up.
"Fuck.off." I growled, not even giving him eye contact, my eyes locked on the ground.
Alex let out a frustrated sigh, ruffling his fingers through his hair. "I did this for you kiddo."
"Don't you dare call me that! You know perfectly well that you didn't do this for me! Me and Harry are in love, so how could you possibly say dragging a seven month pregnant woman from the man she loves is for me?!" I hissed.
"He hurt you Mel! I saw the bruises he left on your skin! He wasn't safe, for you or for Darcy!" he reasoned.
"And Ashton is?!" I growled. "You clearly don't know what he is capable of!"
"I just thought that if I helped get you away from Harry, I could look after you, like we were going to do when we ran off together!"
"You were at my wedding, Alex. Could you not see how happy I was, or did you just not care? Were you too involved scheming behind my back?" I snarled.
"I..." I trailed off.
"You what?" I spat. "Nothing? Just like what is left of our friendship, nothing."
"Maybe one day you'll thank me for this." I replied.
"Fucking wake up from you dreams Alex, I will NEVER thank you for this!" I yelled. "I'm pregnant! You expect me to raise Darcy on my own, and thank you for that?" I glared.
"I'll be here, you won't be alone." I whispered, looking at me. I shook my head, lying down on the bed, with my back to him, not even wanting to look at him.
"They will find you, Alex. I know my Harry will come for me. And when he does...watch out." I spat. Alex didn't reply, he just got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut. I closed me eyes, imagining I was back at home with Harry, lying in his arms, as he sang me to sleep. I missed him already, and couldn't help but wonder what he was doing right now, in order to find me.
***Harry's P.O.V***
"Sir, do you have any idea where they might have taken Mrs.Styles?" an officer asked me. I had been asked so many question by now, I felt like I was going to scream. Zayn had been with me the entire time, helping answer questions when I broke down sobbing, the other boys talking to police, do anything they could do to help.
"Sir?" the officer nagged, waiting my reply, pulling me from my thoughts.
"If I had so much as I hint on where Melanie was, I would for there, searching for her. Not here wasting my time, answering your stupid questions! So no, I have no fucking clue where she it." I grumbled. Zayn patted me on the back, trying to calm me down, but it didn't work.
