Insane

//Heartbeats//

Chase's POV:

I had spent exactly 3 hours trying to call and text Dani. I also texted almost everyone of her friends to see if she was with any of them.

She wasn't. Nobody had claimed to see her. And if Niall said he dropped her off at the dorms, wouldn't that have meant someone would have seen her?

I picked up my phone and texted Harry telling him to come over as soon as possible. About 7 minutes later I opened the door to a smiling Harry.

"Harry, Dani's gone and I can't find her. Please help me." I begged, grabbing onto his hand.

He looked down at me, his eyes saying he wasn't sure on what to say.

"Harry. Please." He sat on my bed, looking down at his phone.

"Listen, you can stay here and do whatever you're doing, or you can be a good friend and help me freaking find her!"

"Who said we were friends!?" He snapped, standing up and towering over me.

"Well I- I mean.. I thought.."

I stuttered, looking at the ground, not wanting to look at him.

"You thought wrong." With that, he stormed at the door.

I called Liam, asking him if he knew anything about Dani.

He gave me an address.

"Be careful, love. You don't quite understand what's happening." Was all he said before hanging up the phone.

He's absolutely right. I have no idea what's going on with everyone. I don't know whether to call Harry or to wait this out.

I decided to call Harry.

"What the hell do you want?" He snapped, as soon as he picked up the phone.

"I just want to know what's going on. I called Liam, he gave me an address and told me to be careful. Please tell me-"

"Don't you dare go to that fucking address. You're a stubborn prude, but you better trust me on this one. Don't you fucking dare."

"Harry, all I want to know-"

"I don't give a shit what you wanted to know. Do not go."

And then the line went flat.

Despite Harry's obvious obnoxious protests, I was out the door and on my way to whatever this address was. It's got to have something to do with Dani.

As soon as I got halfway in my car, Harry came running out of no where straight to the drivers side.

"Where are you going?"

"Where does it look like?" I attempted to shut my door, which failed.

"Look, Dani left with some guy. I watched her leave. Okay?"

"Then why does it matter if I go to this address?"

"I don't know who the fuck lives at that address. I don't want you to get hurt. Liam is not a good guy."

I was now out of my car, and had it locked. We were slowly walking back towards the dorm buildings.

"So, this was all to protect me?"

He shook his head no, looking upwards. Like talking to something, or of course someone.

"Yes."

"I thought we weren't friends."

We had made it back to my dorm, and I was inches away from opening the door.

"We're not."

I turned to ask him why would he care in the first place, but as I did, he was halfway down the hallway.

Daniella's POV:

I don't know how long it has been, I'm guessing a day. I'm still in the same clothes I was in since we went out, and I don't know when the next time I will be able to shower.

The mysterious boy brought me a plate once, which was breakfast this morning.

I don't know what's to happen next. All I can think of is the worst.

What if he stabs me?

Or shoots me?

Before I could think of another silent torturous thought, the door slowly opens, to reveal sunlight. And a figure blocking part of the blinding image.

When he entered, he flipped on the light switch and headed towards the dusty mattress.

He truly was beautiful. If it wasn't for his unknown intentions, I might have actually liked him.

"Do you know why you're here?"

"Why would I?"

"Well," he ran his hands over his chin. "I'm afraid that you'll be discovering that very soon. When I get a new customer, of course."

"Customer?"

"Can't you tell? I kill people. People hire me to kill the dead beats in their lives. Or, anyone they want gone. And someone wanted you gone. Sorry honey, just doing my job. But, I plan on having fun with you before I get rid of you."

I had already began crying, my lips were trembling, and my hands were shaking.

"W-what kind of fun are you talking about?"

I wasn't stupid, I knew what he was hinting towards, I was just hoping my accusations were wrong.

"Do you really want me to make it clear to you, or do you understand what I'm trying to get across?" He smirked at the end, and winked.

With all he said, he untied my wrists, and walked out of the room. My heart was beating so hard it was hitting the bone.

He's going to kill me?

I'm going to die?

This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

As much as I say this, I know I can't avoid the inevitable.

I've got to get out of here. Some way, somehow, my ass is getting out of here.

A/N: thank you guys for all the reads! it would be awesome if we could get some feedback on our story and if there's any mistakes we could make better. thank you for reading!