The Email that Changed My Life [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1: Email Recieved

So, this is my first wattpad story! I hope you enjoy it! But, if you're sensitive to subjects like being abducted, or being held captive, read at your own risk. I'm just warning you, because people are abducted in this story. It has nothing gruesome, however.

I'm open to constructive critism; I always want to improve.

So, thanks for reading this! I hope you enjoy!

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Thanks,

Angela :)

Harry Styles walked into his house, cold, wet and sweaty. He laid on his couch, and if it wasn't for his phone beeping, he would've quickly fallen asleep. He opened it, and expected it to be some drunken text from Niall or Louis. Oddly enough, it was an email. He wasn't emailed often; only song notes, lyrics, or a new possible contract deals from Modest!. Or some fan email of some fan that actually found his email.

He opened it, and it showed nothing of being from Modest or new songs. Or the odd spam mail. It had a link, and out of pure curiosity, he tapped the blue link. It opened to a single page, with nothing but a video. The website was also poorly done. What was odd was that the video wasn't even from youtube.

He thought of watching it, because its thumbnail looked interesting, and not in a good way. It looked scary almost. Moving his doubts away, he tapped the video. Harry sat up on his couch, with his back against the armrest.

It displayed a room, with a small cot in the corner, and a small rectangular barred window at the top of the room. On the ceiling, there was a square door. The square door opened upwards, and a ladder was put down through the hole. A girl was shoved down the ladder, screaming and yelling as loud as she possible could. A man came down, with chains in his hands. The girl screamed louder.

Harry tried to pause it, but it wouldn't pause. He started to panic, and not just because the video wouldn't pause. Was he going to...He thought. The girl ran to the wall and tried to lift herself to the small barred window.

She screamed even louder, this time yelling for help. She screeched, and it ached Harry's ears and heart. Tears were forming crooked tear stains on her dirt-filled face. She screeched a heart-wrenching scream but the man gave no mercy. The man looked in his late fourties, while the girl looked only Harry's age, maybe younger, like seventeen.

The girl ran to the corner, which was clearly a mistake, and the man cornered her. It was like he was a horror movie. The girl sunk into the corner, sobbing heavily. The man evilly put a shackle around her ankle, and she was dragged closer to the bed. The other end of the chains was put around the head of the cot. The man left, and the door on the roof was shut. The girl cried, until she fell asleep.

Then text appeared, reading: She has now been there for three weeks. Here is her at the end of week two. The text faded, and it showed the same girl. Her hair was natted and greasy, and she had moved the bed near the window, and now she was trying to break the glass on the barred window. She gave up, then had to move the bed again. She looked as if she had gone mad. She struggled to move it, but finally did. She went atop the bed, and tried banging on the door. "HELP ME!" She cried. She wailed and collapsed on the bed, sobbing. "Help me..." She cried again "Please...."

Harry tried to believe this was from a movie, perhaps, or was just acting. But deep down he thought it was real. His heart ached, and his hands shook. If he had been sleepy before, his thoughts were shaken to the core, and he was not tired any more.

Some more text appeared: You, Harry Styles, can help her. But only you. Only you can because this cannot be sent to anyone else. If you delete the email that this video was sent from yourself, we will know you do not want to help this innocent terror-stricken nineteen year-old girl. If you want to help her, click or tap the link you will see at the end of this. You will see instructions.