The Email that Changed My Life [ON HOLD]

Chapter 2: Follow Instructions

Harry Styles woke up, remembering the events from the previous night. He remembered the video of the girl chained to a bed. He remembered the text, and the instructions he screen-shotted. He also remembered the dream of the monster chasing him, and the girl form the video. He stretched his back, it making a cracking noise.

He wasn't sure why he slept on his couch. His bed was much more comfortable and after the spectrum of bad events last night, he could've used a comfortable sleep. He made some eggs and a smoothie for himself for breakfast, and was glad because One Direction had three weeks off. In a month, they had to attend an awards ceremony, with a week of rehersing for their performance.

Harry set aside the future, thankful for the time off. But he was going to spend some of it finding this missing girl. He turned on the TV, and a comedy show was on. However, Harry's mind seemed elsewhere. He thought of the girl, and wondered why the police didn't know. He wondered why there wasn't a missing person report.

Then he remembered the warning about telling the police: Don't tell the police.

Then something else came to him.

Harry was pretty much free. He had no current girlfriend, which meant no having to jet off to the United States to spend two days with her. He had no interest in doing that right now, and for the next three weeks, he was free. Free to do whatever he wanted to do. For him, that meant saving this girl.

He never thought he'd be doing anything like this, but, then again he also never thought he'd be a world-wide celebrity, either. He also thought of telling the other band mates, but something, for some reason, held him back. He wasn't sure what, but he thought he should just keep it to himself.

He looked at his phone, which was currently on low battery, and the time read eleven AM. He went and checked on his car. It was still on the side of the road. Why didn't I call for it to be towed? Harry wondered. He pushed the thought of his stupidity away, calling a towing company.

As he was waiting, Harry noticed some people looking at him as they passed by him. Stop focusing on it. Within ten minutes, a towing company showed up. They asked him a couple of questions, then towed his broken-down car away. He drove back to his house, and plugged in his phone.

He looked at the instructions. The first one read: put the coordinates shown in a GPS. Then it showed a string of numbers, which were obviously the coordinates. Harry took his phone, and put the coordinates in the built-in GPS. It showed it was about half-hour drive out of london, but off of the highway, in the woods. It was far from the road, which meant Harry would have to go on a hike or something. Or maybe it wasn't as far as he thought. He drove in the directions his phone told him, and he was lead to the side of a highway, that was between two country-side towns outside of London.

He parked on the side of the road, and made sure no one was following him. He started walking, and doubt with a hint of fear was in him. He started to wiggle his fingers against his tight black jeans. He thought it was a prank. Some sort of evil prank that someone who hated him was doing to him. The thought that this was some sort of sick joke chilled him, but he couldn't stop thinking of the girl in the room, chained to a bed. He remembered her hopelessly trying to escape through the barred window.

He hoped this doing wasn't done by highschoolers. He walked, and his phone showed he arrived at his location. He was in the middle of the woods. No person was in sight. There was no sign any clues. All he saw was trees. Trees, rocks, and dirt.

Harry decided to open the picture with his instructions, and read the next one: Go back to your car.

What? Harry thought. Why did they make me come out to the forest, then?