Captured [Narry]

Chapter 13

For a while, Liam, Louis, and Zayn just hung around awkwardly, their hands in their pockets. They didn't say a word, they didn't meet each other's eyes, and they didn't really move. Louis had his eyes trained on the door, Zayn had his head down, looking at the ground, and Liam was glancing back and forth between the two of them.

Then Louis shifted, meeting Liam's eyes. They both had the same look on their face- shock. They couldn't believe Harry would go with Josh. They understood why- if it was Eleanor, Louis would have done the same, if it was Danielle, Liam would have done the same. But Harry was gone, and Niall was gone, and it was just shocking.

Zayn looked up, too, meeting their eyes. His expression was blank, but it was the same deal for him- if it was Perrie, he would have gone. It was just so overwhelming. Two of their best friends were gone, just like that. They weren't even kidnapped this time. They just went.

"Damn." Zayn muttered, pulling his hands out of his pockets and running them over his face. Harry was gone. Niall was gone. If this was a trap, the had no way of getting Niall and Harry back. Because Josh wouldn't come back, either, if he was working with Greg. Harry and Niall could be gone forever.

"Yeah." Louis muttered, his throat going dry. He gulped down nothing and sighed. "Damn."

"I think they'll be alright." Liam said. He was always one to speak words of comfort in bad situations like these. A few months ago, he was the one that was keeping the boys going in that cold building. He was the one giving all of the boys hope, and that hope rose when their girlfriends (well, wives, now) showed up.

"I think they will, too." Louis said. He'd been the pessimistic one back in that room, always whining and saying he would never, ever see Eleanor again and even breaking down in tears once. He remembers stealing Niall away from Harry when all of their wrists weren't chained and just sobbing into the boy's chest, because Niall was broken and he was convinced they were never leaving. He didn't want to be negative anymore.

"I still don't trust Josh." Zayn muttered. He'd been silent throughout the whole kidnapping. He never knew what to say, and there was never any room for him to say anything anyways. He'd hugged each of the boys when their wrists weren't tied and he let them cry on his shoulder if they needed to. He remembered Harry sobbing into his neck while Louis sobbed into Niall's. That was "The Night of Tears," as Zayn remembered naming it (he can't remember why he named that night), or the night where everyone ended up crying and Liam calmed himself down enough to pull everyone together and kissed all their cheeks.

"I don't, either." Liam muttered. He glanced at both of them and saw the little bits of hope and biterniss in their eyes. "But even if Josh is pulling Harry into some deep shit, Harry will find a way out of it. You know Harry. Harry will do anything for Niall."

Louis and Zayn agreed silently with a nod of their heads. Louis shifted to sit down, and Liam left to the kitchen, promising them both a cup of tea without actually saying so. Zayn sat down, too, right next to Louis despite the other three feet of couch there was to sit on.

"It's all falling apart." Louis muttered, leaning his head on Zayn's shoulder. He closed his eyes as an attempt to relax himself. When Zayn wrapped an arm around his shoulder, he found himself going slack- no longer tense.

"I know." Zayn said. He sighed, running his free hand (or the one that wasn't playing with Louis hip) though his hair. He was stressed, so, so stressed. He wouldn't be surprised if he began to grow gray hair soon.

"I hope he comes back." Louis said as Liam came back out in the living room. That was quick. Zayn thought as he took the cup of tea Liam handed to him.

"I hope he comes back, too." Zayn answered finally, pulling his tea away from his lips. He gave Liam a look that said 'thank you,' not in the mood to actually vocalize the words. The three of them fell into silence again, but none of them could bring themselves to break it.

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It's easy to get lost, Niall thinks, tears clouding his vision. It's easy to lose yourself and the ones you love. It's too fucking easy.

Niall's writhing, crying, trying to force himself away from this man's touch. He can't quite fathom why's he's acting like this know, but all he know is he's too close, much too close to Greg. Niall's claustrophobic. The world knew that, and either Greg didn't know or he just didn't care. Probably the latter.

"Stop fucking squirming." Greg demanded, clawing at Niall's thigh. Niall squirmed again, letting out a cry at the pain. "You're just making this harder on yourself, babe."

Niall flinched away when Greg tried to kiss him. No, Niall thought, his mind going blank with a repetitive word. No, no, no. He didn't like this. He didn't want this.

Niall thought of Harry. Harry and Liam and Louis and Zayn and Eleanor and Perrie and Danielle. He thought of how they weren't there- how they were probably in danger now, because Josh had left.

"Please let me go." Niall muttered, wishing he could bite down on this man's fingers so he would stop touching him. He wished he could bite down on his own tongue instead of letting these things come out of his mouth.

"No." Greg said simply, pulling Niall impossibly close. Niall tried to stop crying, tried to stop fighting. Things would get so much worse if he didn't stop fighting. "I'll never let you go. How could I let go of someone so lovely?"

Niall sobbed out, thinking of how that's something Harry would say. Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. Harry would call him lovely. Harry wouldn't want to let him go.

But Harry wouldn't kidnap him or hold him down and force him to do anything he didn't want to. Harry loved him. Harry was perfect. Greg hated him. Greg was sick. Niall just wanted to go home.