Kidnapped by...Wait, But how? (Louis Tomlinson and Austin Mahone fanfiction)

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*VANESSA'S P.O.V*

"Do you want to go outside and lay down on a blanket on the grass?" Olivia my cousin asked me as I was eating my bacon and cheese sandwich.

"Sure," I answered.

I took two more bites and was finished with my sandwich.

"Ollie I'm finished," I called out. (pronounced oh-ly)

"OK we'll go out there when my food is done," she told me pointing to her two tamales in the microwave. I

nodded and sat on the couch and started watching "Machete". It's a movie about some Mexican dude that was suppose to kill an important guy but it ends up being a set up so he is kind of famed and then some other stuff happens.

"Are you ready?" Ollie said in about the middle of the movie.

I held up one finger indicating her to wait one second.She nodded and went into the blanket closet and grabbed two blankets. I didn't see what they looked like though. I followed her outside and she went to the corner of the side walk and started to put the blankets down. The first blanket she put was black underneath and cheetah print on top. The next one she put down was a light blue with an even lighter blue on the trim. The blankets were big enough to fit three people but it was only us two.

"I'll be right back," Ollie told me.

I nodded and covered my face with my arm from the sun and closed my eyes. I just laid there in piece and quit, until Ollie came back and technically threw one of the couch pillows on me.

"Here you go," she said.

"Thanks," I replied with sarcasm in my voice and rolled my eyes.

I saw she had her tamales and she was eating them. Once she was done, she went inside to put her plate in the sink. I stayed outside with the pillow on my face so it would block the sun out of my eyes. I heard the squeak of the door open and then the sound of the door slamming shut.

I looked toward the door on my left and saw Ollie walking toward me. She laid down once she got to the blanket and also put the pillow on her head to block the sun. We laid there in silence for while.

"I'll be right back I got to go to the bathroom," I told Ollie getting up and walking inside.

*OLIVIA'S P.O.V*

"I'll be right back I got to go to the bathroom," Vanessa told me as she got up and walked inside.

"Ok," I said as I laid in silence.

I heard the front door open and close, then silence. After a while I heard some foot steps on the sidewalk and knew Vanessa must be back. But for some odd reason she didn't lay down. Then all of the sudden I felt hands rap around my shoulders. The person who I thought was Vanessa brought me to my feet. I was about to yell when a white cloth was put on my mouth. I felt the person's hand on the back of my head pushing the cloth closer and closer til there was no space between us. I tried to see who the hooded figure was but everything started to blur and then went black.

*BLACKOUT*

*VANESSA'S P.O.V*

I walked out of the bathroom and was about to go outside when I was stopped by my Tia (Aunt) Pina (nickname).

"Hey where's Ollie?" she asked me.

"She's outside," I answered.

"Ok," she said and walked off toward the living room.

I opened the door and walked out to the blanket but something was wrong. Ollie wasn't there. See was gone.

Maybe she's in the tree. (italic = thoughts)

I walked over to the tree and looked up but she wasn't there.

I ran inside to the living room looking for Ollie. She wasn't there. I ran to my mom's room downstairs. She wasn't there.

"What are you looking for Daughter?" my Mom asked me.

"Nothing," I lied and ran up stairs.

I looked in my Grandma's and Grandpa's room she wasn't there. Two more places she could be. I ran to my little brothers' room but she wasn't there so I ran to my Tia Pina's room which was right next to it. I got the same result. Where the heck is she? I ran back downstairs and outside. Where could she be? A tear rolled down my face. Then I saw a hooded, white man with brown hair.

"Excuse me sir?" I called out.

"Yes," he said and turned around.

I got a hint of a British accent.

"Have you by any chance seen a girl with brownish black hair just a little shorter than me wearing jeans and a T-shirt?" I asked slightly embarrassed about my 1D PJ's .

"No. I'm sorry," he answered.

Yep definitely an accent. I turned so that back was facing him, put my hands on my head so they we're holding my hair out of my face, and began to cry. She's either been killed or kidnapped. Then all of a sudden a arm grabs me from behind and puts a rag over my mouth. No. No. No no no no. This is not happening.

"Don't worry you'll see her soon enough," the man whispers in my ear with his accent and the last thing I see is the house, beginning to fade in to nothing but blackness.

*BLACKOUT*